Had this been a year ago everything would be perfectly fine, but because it's not, I'm sobbing over my keyboard looking especially pathetic for the world.
I really, really wanted this pregnancy to be twins. I needed it to get us back on track for four children before I hit 40. It puts just over 2.5 years between the birth of our son and the next birth (assuming we even get that far!), and had it been twins would even have given us the luxury of waiting until the twins were a year old or more before trying for number four. The time pressure is incredible now, and if there is anything more than a nine-month gap between a birth and the next pregnancy I'm hooped.
I really don't want to cram the next three babies so close together. I want to be able to breastfeed them until we're both ready to wean. I want to enjoy watching them grow without obsessing about the next cycle. It also makes me feel sad for my son, because he will be the oldest and have a relatively large gap between him and the others, and I don't want him to feel alienated in any way.
I would have been fine had both of these embryos implanted, but now I'm just furious with the embryologist who absolutely refused to transfer more than two day-3s (I really wanted three), and am kicking myself that I didn't go to my RE (the clinic director) to push harder. I only actually saw him once during the whole cycle for a scan.
I'm sorry to be crying to you girls with my ungratefulness -- I know that so many of you have had a much rougher go of things -- but I just can't help myself. Things aren't going my way and that always opens the floodgates.
Labels: Pregnancy 5, Rants and Shoot-Em-Up Stories, Trying to Conceive



