Part 7: Embryo Transfer Day (8/30/24)

I had to start some serious shots that were much worse to get ready for the embryo transfer and those shots would continue until 10 weeks of the pregnancy......Progesterone shots are not for the weak. It is a large needle given in the hip/butt area. James gave most of them, but on days where he couldn't (they had to be given in a specific time window) my mom and my 17 year old daughter both stepped up on occasion to help with that process. We are a family on the go.....so shots were given at baseball fields, in the car prior to basketball games, and during half times. It was such a weird time!

The morning of our embryo transfer felt surreal. James and I woke up early to head to Atlanta. I had to drink a ton of water and we were both nervous and didn't know what to expect. We fervently prayed over my womb and for the transfer to be successful before walking in the door. The staff were all so friendly!

We headed back to our transfer room and I had worn a t-shirt that said "mama" with a sweatshirt over it that said, "Let me tell you about my Jesus". This sparked a conversation with the nurse that would be taking care of me through the procedure. The nurse commented on liking my sweatshirt and spoke of her faith. We found out that that exact nurse attended our church that was no less than an hour from the clinic we were in at the time. God works in mysterious ways and it really is a small world. This gave me such a "God wink" moment to let me know that I was in good hands and he was working everything for our good...all the way down to the tiniest details.

The doctor and embryologist came in with such joy and enthusiasm. They made sure we wanted to find out the gender and happily shouted, "It's a BOY!" James and I laughed because this was our third boy. We were both just so happy and full of gratitude to be in this process hoping for a healthy baby, no matter the gender. The doctor explained exactly how the process would go and gave me a picture of my little embryo that would be transferred. James and I got to watch on the screen as the procedure occurred. Life is such a miracle. Still I knew that I would need God to breathe life into my womb for this process to work.

After the procedure, we ate some french fries for good luck....not sure where I saw those videos of doing that after a transfer, but it was fun. Then we went to a local outdoor shopping facility to walk around and got some lunch a little later. When we got home, I decided to take a nap to rest. My oldest was cheering for our Varsity Football team that night and I wanted to let me body do its thing. After the transfer, it is an odd time where are assumed to be pregnant until proven otherwise....so it is just a waiting game.

When taking my nap, I fell into a pretty deep sleep. James and I had talked casually about baby names over the last year and had a little list going. I had a dream during that nap where I felt that God revealed to me our son's name. This name was no where on our list and wasn't a name we had ever even talked about. When I woke up, I immediately searched for the meaning of the name revealed to me in my dream. It was so fitting!

This little time period was so sweet to just share with James. We both knew the gender, but wouldn't reveal it to anyone for several weeks. We had such a sweet bond of gushing over our sweet baby, the process, and getting to hold a little piece of our journey just the two of us together.

Stay tuned for Post #8...... our baby's name, the first pregnancy test and visits, then revealing the pregnancy to our children.