A year ago on Thanksgiving I was preparing for my second egg retrieval the following morning. Full of hope that the second IVF would be our ticket out and that the first round that ended in such disaster could possibly just a fluke. I took pumpkin pie into the nurses that morning and wished with everything that the holidays would be different last year, the same thing I had wished the year before. And it wasn’t different last year, it was another shit holiday season with too many tears and too much wine to try and compensate. In some ways I can’t believe that it’s been a full year since IVF #2 and in other ways this has been the longest year of my life.
This year, I woke up this morning and had to spend a few moments actually contemplating that there were many times I never thought we would get here and I still can’t quite believe we are here. I am so thankful to actually, miraculously be pregnant this Thanksgiving. Today I am 14 weeks, the first day of the second trimester, which I’m taking as a good sign looking back on last Thanksgiving. Little baby Olive and I have made it this far, and my new hope is that she continues to grow and thrive in there for many, many more weeks to come.
I am so very thankful for this community and all of the ladies who have helped keep me sane these past two years. I know the holidays can be a very, very tough time, please know that I am thinking of all of you and keeping you in my heart through the good and the bad.