Our Journey

2002 Uterine Fibroid Surgery #1

2003 1st consult with an RE, you know, just in case

2003 Got Married (at 37 (me) & 34 (DH) years old)

2003/2004 Naturally conceived pregnancies BFPs #1, #2, & #3 and miscarriages #1, #2, #3

2005 Uterine Fibroid Surgery #2

2005 IVF #1, BFN #1

2005 IUIs #1 and #2, just because, BFN #2 & #3

2005 FET from IVF #1, BFN #4

2006 Exploratory surgery to remove scar tissue from fibroid sugery #2

2006 IVF #2 (w PGD), BFP #4

2006 Emergency cerclage for IC @ 16w6d (5 months + 1 week of complete bed rest at home ensues)

2007 Our son is born @ 38w by scheduled c-section

2007 IVF #3 for baby #2, BFN #5

2007 IVF #4, BFP #5, miscarriage #4

2008 IVF #5, BFP #6, miscarriage #5

2008 IVF #6, BFP #7, miscarriage #6

2008 DE IVF #7, BFN #6

2009 DEFET #8, cancelled, embryos don't thaw

2010 Decide to adopt domestically

12.17.10 Profile is live with our agency

November 2011 Consult with RE re: donated embryo cycle

Early January 2012 Cleared to proceed with deFET

January 2012 Freeze our profile

1.20.12 deFET begins
2.12.12 eSET of one compacted morula
2.22.12 BFN

3.23.12 deFET #2 begins
4.14.12 transfer 3 embryos (1-8 cell, 1-5 cell, 1-4 cell)
4.22.12 + HPT
4.24.12 Beta #1 = 48.4
4.26.12 Beta #2 = 125.7
4.30.12 Beta #3 = 777.8
5.11.12 1st U/S - Singleton!
7.12.12 It's a Boy!
12.26.12 C-section: Baby G is born, 9#5oz, 20.5"



Because of my mother

I walk with my shoulders back, back straight.
I walk with my feet pointed straight ahead.
I do not put my elbows on the table when I eat.
I write handwritten thank you notes, even to family.
I am a Democrat (who was raised in a Republican household).
I’ve worn bangs even though she said they wouldn’t look good on me (and they do!).
I wear turtlenecks even though she said they wouldn’t look good on me (they do!).
I wore a strapless wedding dress even though she said it wouldn’t look good on me (it did!).
I went to grad school.
I got a job and then had a lucrative, fulfilling career in sales (even though she warned me not to).
I became a grown up at age eleven.
I am fiercely independent.
I learned that my friends were my family.

It’s a mixed bag, the impressions a mother leaves on her child. And, as I was adopted, I had to also sort through why my gene pool made me so very different from my parents in terms of my perception of who I was and my place in the world. I did not think/interpret/perceive things like them and still don’t.

I think of all this as I raise my son, trying vigilantly to not pass my own wounds on to him.

In many ways, great and small, I am who I am because of my mother.

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