Yesterday was my first FET. My mom unexpectedly passed away last month. Her last week of life was consumed with talking about the three embryos, one boy, two girls, and how she couldn’t wait for more grandkids. I was so excited as well. She was my rock through all our treatments so sitting in bed without her is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I kept the transfer date because I know that is what she would have wanted and I know time isn’t going to heal my hole in my heart. With all this said, I have tremendous peace. Truly peace that surpasses all understanding. My mom is with Jesus. In 9 days I find out if my little boy will join us or my mom. Either way, God is good.