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Starting Again

I have been away for awhile, Marty and I went on a much needed vacation to the beach. It was amazing having 5 days to just be together relaxing and having fun. We spent most of our time on the beach, but also took some time for a dolphin cruise, mini golf, and my cousin's wedding. Being away was just what my soul needed. I really could have used a few more days!

The day after we got back I began my Lupron injections. I had a total meltdown at work that day; it was just so intense starting the process over. I feel like I am really moving forward now. So many emotions running through me - sad, scared, anxious, excited. I saw my favorite ultrasound tech in the hallway at the fertility doctor's office on Wednesday. It made me think back to the day we found out we were expecting twins. It took everything I had to not breakdown in tears. I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time that's happened there, but I didn't want to be that girl.

Yesterday I went to my regular OB/GYN to get a game plan together in the hopes of this cycle working. If it does work and once I am released from the fertility doctor, I will see both her and a high risk doctor. At 12-13 weeks they will put in a cerclage, then will monitor me every two weeks. Once the cerclage is in, I will also be on bed rest. Thankfully, I have a job that is going to allow me to work from home. So at least I won't be on bed rest for 28 weeks with nothing to do. I have mixed feelings about the bed rest, mostly the isolation, but I am willing to do anything to get a healthy baby here alive.

Everyone keep your fingers and toes crossed and say lots of prayers that this cycle is successful. Only 2.5 weeks until the transfer!
At my cousin's wedding

On the beach

Dolphin cruise

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