Oh, Charlie.

Welp. We’re in the dreaded TWW for our FET #2. (If any of you are new around these parts, let me translate that sentence real quick: We’re in the dreaded two week wait for our second frozen embryo transfer.) Per Dr. Huber, once thawed, Charlie was “absolutely beautiful”. He was pleased with the transfer and told us he’s rooting for us before we left. Now, we wait.

That’s all infertility really is: waiting. What’s crazy is that I had NO idea just how much waiting was involved when I came up with the name for this little blog of mine. #kismet I thought I was just waiting for a baby, but infertility is SO MUCH more waiting than that.

Infertility is waiting for Cycle Day 1. It’s waiting for tests results. It’s waiting to stim. It’s waiting for follicles to grow. It’s waiting for eggs to become fertilized to become blastocyst to become viable embryos. It’s waiting for genetic testing. It’s waiting for alllllll the ultrasounds. It’s waiting for blood work to come back. It’s waiting for two weeks. It’s waiting to pee on a stick. It’s waiting and waiting and waiting some more.

One of my favorite Dr. Seuss books is “Oh, the Places You’ll Go”. Who remembers The Waiting Place in that book?

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come,
or a plane to go or the mail to come,
or the rain to go or the phone to ring,
or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night

or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.

Everyone is just waiting.

I wonder if Dr. Seuss dealt with infertility…

This FET felt different than our first one. I can’t quite put my finger on why, though. Maybe it was because the week leading up to our transfer was anything but calm. A close family member had a pretty major surgery (he’s on the mend now!), my brother came in town, Mother’s Day was rapidly approaching. I felt like this transfer snuck up on me. I bought a pineapple but then didn’t eat any of it until the night before the transfer. #facepalm I bought pomegranate juice and only drank half. I had Brazil nuts that I never even opened. Thankfully, I had purchased a new shirt from Shop Rose Grace after my ERA biopsy last month. I also defuse lavender at night on the reg. So, at least I had these two superstitions covered. Sigh. The embryologist, Beanie, even complimented me on my shirt! I guess the only good thing about not being fully prepared for this transfer is that I wasn’t nervous until we got checked into the lab.

Everything went well. I slept most of the day after the procedure and only had some mild cramping. There’s nothing left to do now but wait. Again. In about two weeks, we’ll know whether or not Charlie stuck.

And I’m being cautiously optimistic while we wait.