My friend Jenny the Long Dawg Stitcher blogged her not-so-sweet memory, so I will blog mine too.
On March 9, 2020, we went off to the fertility clinic to try to finally get pregnant, after years of no luck.
Boom. Luck. I got a positive pregnancy test on March 23rd. We were shocked. We didn't know this could actually happen. And we're gonna be parents? In November???
My preganant friend got me the Erin Condren pregnancy journal on the left, and my sweet Aunt Linda bought the dogs the lil bandanas on the right.
I got out all my yarn. I started planning blankets, all the blankets! Now, this was in the first week of Covid lockdown, no store yarn shopping for me. I have waited my whole life for that yarn store trip, whyyyy covid whyyyy???
We got all the decaf coffee. I even got decaf tea.
I tried to pretend that I wasn't fat - that I was pregnant
Joe wore his Covid mask to the first ultra sound. I had been tired, exhausted, and then I wasn't. I had symptoms, and then I didn't.
She said it, it wasn't developing. She confirmed with a blood test - let the drinking and the sadness begin!
It took another two weeks for it to actually go. I had the most terrible cramps I have ever had. Bring on the donuts, and bring on 5 lbs! I am actually writing this and thinking about how I need to be out jogging those lbs away!
We had fire pit and pitty parties but now we are moving on to the next try!
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