Embryo transfer, round 2.

I've been avoiding this post. Not because I was hiding from some deep dark secret or because I didn't fee like it. I was avoiding it because I wasn't exactly sure how I was feeling about going into round two of surrogacy. 

Rewind back to when I found out I'm not pregnant. It was a pretty good wait to decide on both me and the intended parents on wether we would try again. I was feeling nervous because I'm struggling with all the weight I have gained. Silly thing to worry about in the grand scheme of what we are trying to do here, but it's something I was having a really hard time with. So, they come back and they are ready to try again. This time, they will try to grow the embryo 5 days more before inserting it into my uterus. If the embryo survived that 5 day growth, then that is a good sign and we will move forward. Well, it did. So here I am, on a plane again, headed to San Diego with my husband for the second and last trial for this family. More meds were taken and tons more blood work. New medicines were tried in hopes to give the family just a little better chance. 

In the meantime, I'm finally excited again but still totally petrified. I'm gonna be massive. I'm heavier now than I have been since Charlie was born. I have no choice than to focus on clean eating this entire pregnancy, if I get pregnant. If not, then it's time to loose this fluff from my extreme eating habits that I can't blame completely on the hormones because lord knows I've been eating like Shallow Hal's girlfriend. I literally ate a tub of Ben and jerrys yesterday just because I knew it was my last pint for a long time. I'm pathetic. 

So, for now, I'll leave you with the waiting game and the news again 6 days from today. 👶🏽👶🏻👶