(Below) Dang! She looks so good! Even after surgery! What a woman.
That day. That day in the room (at Utah Fertility Center) when we found out we had lost our little baby we were sad, devastated and bummed out, as you can imagine. However, it took me about 1.7 seconds to decide that I would absolutely be willing to harvest my eggs again to create some more embryos. I didn't care about the money, the hell I went through last time, the insane amount of drugs I would have to take--I just didn't care. Those thoughts were far from my mind and I knew I would do anything to have a biological child.
Emily agreed right there that day in that room that she would try again for us. I.n.c.r.e.d.i.b.l.e! Right?
So, I had some work to do. We were told that if we got started soon, we could get another embryo transfer in before Thanksgiving. So, I went to work.
I was a bit nervous that we wouldn't get an amazing amount of eggs this go around like I did the first time (50!) because I was a few years older. Dr. Foulk still expected a high number, but instead of getting 50 like last time, he thought I may get around 40.
The next few weeks were a blur, but I felt like a pro this time. I took those pills and made those injections multiple times a day on the very hour I was supposed to. My poor stomach was black and blue. I also made multiple visits to the doctor so they could monitor my follicle growth.
And then, before I knew it, the big day was upon us...again.
