our first family photo, and yes I mean family. Those little embryos are our babies and I will forever love them. Dr. Griffin comes in to let me know if I were to end up pregnant, the OHSS would continue for many more weeks, however if I wasn't pregnant the symptoms would disappear as soon as my period came. That thought was pretty bitter sweet. To endure the pain to hold my miracle baby and I truly wondered if I would make it. Around 4dpt I started to feel better. I knew at that moment I wasn't pregnant. I knew the only reason the pain was gone was because my babies didn't make it,
and I was right. I stared at the negative pregnancy test in shock. I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do. So I took a break. We have 3 frozen embryos and I had no desire to go down that road. From January until now, I wasn't ready. Its hard to explain, but I was grieving. I couldn't get over the loss. I've heard in the past people make comments like "I don't know why she's upset, she was only xx amount of weeks pregnant" and I may have been guilty of thinking that in my head also, but I can tell you right now, that is the dumbest comment you could ever make. As a woman, my heart will never let go of what those babies may have been, what they would have looked like, would it be more me or more Brad, would they play little league, would they sing, would they go to college...and I will never know. This post was a long time coming, and I'm finally in the place to write it. I hope to write more soon, but I thought I needed to catch up before I started anything new.