What a difference a year makes

Apologies for not posting lately...things have been nuts. Nothing bad, just crazy busy. Work has been so busy over the past week; I attended a conference and spent the weekend away with family...things are finally starting to slow down now, but I'm still digging my way out from under a ton of work. Blech. Oh to be independently wealthy!

Anywho, on to this post:

One year ago yesterday (June 29th), the Barron and I had our first appointment at the clinic. It feels like it was yesterday. We had been trying for well over a year to get pregnant, and my OB/GYN wrote me a referral to have things checked out. I had a routine exam, post-coital test and the Barron received a scrip for a sperm analysis, and we were sent on our way.

I would later go through an HSG (July), diagnostic laparoscopy, DNC, and various blood tests to find out that my ovaries are in premature failure and my only option of getting pregnant was IVF.

We met with the RE about IVF in early Feb, and the rest is history.

I cannot say enough about my miracle workers. Every single person I dealt with, from the Chief, to the RE's to the nurses and staff (except for one receptionist who seemed to have a never ending pole stuck up her ass), was professional and kind and always treated us with the utmost respect. They were our biggest fans through this entire process, and I could tell that their joy for us when we received our positive was genuine.

I know that I will be back there one day (if we want to have more children), but I wanted to take this opportunity to document how greatful I am to them.

On the baby front, things are pretty quiet. I'm feeling pretty normal right now, which is weird. I should probably enjoy it while I can. I'm starting to show, but to the untrained eye, it still looks like a gut. I don't meet with the OB again for about 3 weeks, so I'm just trying to relax and have faith that everything inside me is progressing as it should.