Tomorrow’s the big day. Tomorrow we find out if our lives are going to change forever.
To those of you that have been involved in our journey, there are no words to describe just how grateful we are to have you in our lives. And to those of you that have gone out of your way to check on us and let us know that you love us and will be here for us no matter the outcome, it’s meant more to us than you can possibly imagine. These last two weeks have been teetering on the edge of terrible, but having your support has made it somewhat bearable.
Now comes the hard part: If you’re planning on checking the blog this weekend for news on whether or not the transfer was successful, I’m afraid you won’t find it. Lee and I are taking the weekend for ourselves. I’ve booked a place on Airbnb that’s on a lake outside the cities so that Lee and I can just, be. If we are pregnant, it’ll be a celebratory affair. If we aren’t, it will provide a much-needed weekend to recharge and determine what we do next.
In fact, while I still plan on doing some writing, it’ll be a while before I’m ready to talk about how the transfer went. If the transfer failed, it’s going to take a while to process that information. And if it was successful, we’d only be in the first trimester, where a lot of things can still go wrong. We’ve worked so hard to make this happen. I hope you understand our need to take care of ourselves and our (potential) unborn babies before we broadcast the news to the world.
Until then, thank you again for your support.