A couple months ago, I got a call from one of the nurses at Utah Fertility. She was following up on the hysteroscopy that I had a couple weeks prior. Additionally, she wanted to know if I was ready to move forward with another round of IVF, or if I wanted to wait a while.
I told her that I wanted to move forward as quickly as possible. However, I had planned a vacation with Mom and Kendra and I did not want to do the frozen embryo transfer before that, as we all know that my pregnancies require many trips to the doctor and a lot of bed rest. I could not, I would not, enjoy my Disneyland vacation having to worry all the time about those delicate embryos inside of me. After all, once the transfer is done, I completely dedicate every hour of my day to keeping those embryos safe--and a drop down Splash Mountain was definitely not on that list!
The nurse set up my baseline ultrasound for the end of May which was shortly after I would be returning from my vacation. At the time, I was ready. But now, seven days before I leave for vacation, I'm not.
I'm not exactly sure what sparked these feelings. At first, I ignored them. As time passed, the feelings remained (and grew stronger) and I knew I had some pondering to do--quickly I might add. If I decided to wait a while, I needed to cancel my next appointment at Utah Fertility quickly.
I thought and pondered for six days, all the while never mentioning anything to Logan. On day six, I knew what I needed to do. I knew that the spirit had confirmed my decision to be the right one. That night, I talked to Logan expressing my thoughts and feelings ready to convince him that we needed to wait another month+ to move forward.
Well, I TOTALLY underestimated my hubby's good heart. He looked straight at me and said, "Ok, that's just fine." He didn't require a long list of the pro's and con's, he didn't require me to ask more than once, he didn't say "Let me think about it", and he didn't complain that I would be sitting around for another month, not bringing in any money. He. Was. Awesome.
The very next day I was on the phone with the doctor's office rescheduling my next appointment--I felt complete peace.
I feel confident in our decision and I know that this is a part of my Heavenly Father's plan for us. I know that in the Lord's time (and not mine) he will bless us with children. And that folks--is all I need to know.
