Well, it's almost December 1st. Had we been successful at our first IVF attempt, I'd be due with a baby any day now.
I've had my ups and downs over the last several months. I've gained weight, felt sorry for myself, asked why several times, but am now ready to just move on.
As of late, my youngest sister volunteered to be a surrogate for us. She was willing to use her eggs to fulfill our dream of having a another child.
Last week, we decided to postpone things. Both my husband and I had this unsettling feeling that something wasn't right.
For now, we are content with our decision to stop the process. Although we'd love to have a baby, something is telling us to stop.
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