We didn’t do PGS testing on our embryos.
Our doctor recommended it, due to my age, but I did my research and we decided against it. I am currently writing a post about all of the information and research I did on PGS and will post that information here soon…so stayed tuned!
But on to the results….
All negative 🙂
And I can breathe….
I’ll be honest, I’ve been holding my breath until we received these results. Again, regardless of the results…this is our child that was created for us and we were going to raise him/her to the best of our ability. But I was holding my breath because if we did have a positive result, I was ready to research more and continue to fight for our child…just as I have had to bring him/her into this world.
You see, because if you couldn’t tell….nothing in regards to having a baby has been easy for me. Nothing. So, I have always had to fight. I’ve always had to try something else.
I’ve always had to be “remarkable”.
Now, that might sound arrogant to some….but this is the medical definition….and hearing you are “remarkable” from an RE is never good. I mean, never good.
I’ve always wanted an “unremarkable” uterus. Yep. So simple. But instead, I am beyond remarkable. As my RE puts it, “You really need to be studied, I just can’t figure out your uterus”…thanks doc. I am part of the less than 1% of the population unable to carry a child(0.6%). It’s like winning the lottery……but then having to pay the lottery amount instead of receiving it…lucky me.
But now…..I have something that is “unremarkable”.
A normal child.
And I couldn’t be happier.
I’ve loved this child before he/she was created and I will love every “unremarkable” part of them.
I want this to give you hope.
If you are reading this, and still waiting for your miracle, please see my story as a sign of determination.
So many times I could have thrown in the towel, waived the white flag, said “that’s enough, I’m done.”
But I kept waking up, one foot in front of the other. I kept researching, asking questions. . If my body failed me, I was going to find a way…whether it be through donor eggs, surrogacy , foster care or adoption.
I’m telling you….where there is a will, there is a way. It may seem impossible. It may seem like you have done it all…and maybe you have….but there’s always another option.
And let me also just say…I am here for you.
This is why I write. I want to help. I want to encourage. I want you to achieve your dream.
You are all remarkable to me….not in the medical way …but as a friend.
There’s nothing more exciting than seeing fellow bloggers and followers achieve their dream.
I wasn’t sure I was ever going to be one of them…but slowly…it’s happening.
I don’t know if I’ll truly believe it until I have him/her in my arms…
And that day cannot come fast enough….
Come on Fall!