No one in real life, aside from the necessary work persons, knows what's going on.
No one knows about the retrieval, the cancelled transfers, the actual transfer, or the little being that is residing in my uterus. I am content with that. For some reason it feels safer. The Hubby is not so into it. He's a "sharer" and is just about busting at the seams to spill the beans to everyone. So we've decided that this weekend we will tell our families. I'm excited to finally get to share some good news, but also a bit nervous. The only point of withholding the information now is so we don't have to share bad news if it happens, but at this point I am feeling like having the support of our families would be good anyway if the worst case scenario happened.
We haven't quite nailed down exactly how we are going to spread the news, but we're working on some fun ideas. I can.not.wait to see their faces! This moment is the whole reason we kept this IVF journey such a secret in the first place!
This week I have felt a bit more pregnant, waking up with nausea that pretty much forces me to eat immediately. Apparently I will not be losing weight in my first trimester like some people do. I'm totally okay with that as long as this babe keeps growing.
Speaking of growing...today marks seven weeks and the tiny one is the size of a blueberry.
I'm sure we will have a busy weekend of family fun, but I'm most looking forward to the ultrasound on Tuesday. Seriously, what do normal people do when they have NO ultrasounds for 8-10 weeks?! I would go bananas wondering if it was still there!
