I was driving home the other day and it occurred to me that we'll possibly be doing IVF in about 3-5 months depending on the outcome of this surgery and the 0.0001% chance that I'll just get pregnant on my own in the next few months. (Rolling your eyes and laughing would be appropriate responses.) And I realized that although I'm dealing with the concept of IVF somewhat better, I apparently have a bit of a sentimental feeling towards our potential embryos. Didn't see that coming... Reason I know that I'm "attached" to the hypothetical embryos is that I was thinking I would want to see them under microscope before they inserted them. They would be little Amber/Aaron cells. And I guess that means I would already consider them a baby. Uh-oh. Which I had not considered when they were someone else's embryos. Then they're just cells dividing. Now, don't get all worried that I'm going to implant ALL of them just to see what happens. I'm no...
To say that my life has been a rollercoaster would be the understatement of a lifetime. In the past 2 years, I went through betrayal by my spouse of 15 years, and both of my parents passed away. I'm now on a journey to redefine who I am and what I want in this world.