I'm 37 years old, single (after being divorced from my first husband for over five years), living on the UES in the city, and thinking I must do something to freeze my fertility clock. And that's literally what I did -- I froze my eggs so that one day when I met Mr. Right I would have younger, healthier eggs. By doing this it took the pressure off of dating, not that I was going to waste time with someone that I saw no future with, but I was giving myself more time without feeling too much pressure (like I already was feeling) to have a baby on my own. I knew eventually I'd meet Mr. Right, and when I did, I would have an insurance policy.
Back to the Present
September 15th 2009
My first trip to the fertility doctor. I had blood work and an ultrasound and again on the 18th, 21st, 24th, 26th, and 30th of September.
October 1st 2009
The day we have been waiting for -- Insemination Day... Successful embryo transfer. They put 4 embryos in and now I've got to take it easy and rest for a few days while the waiting begins. Did it take or not? And how many? I was feeling pretty confident as I always knew in my heart it would take. I also always thought I would have twins but for sure one boy. Well, we will soon find out...
October 12th 2009
Back to the doctor... OMG! It's confirmed I was pregnant. We couldn't have been any more EXCITED! My numbers looked GREAT but we now need to keep on monitoring them to make sure they keep going up. And I had to continue with these horrible white foamy suppositories.
October 14th 2009
Woo hoo, my numbers were still going up.
October 16th 2009
My Grandma Rose died today at 97 years old.