On March 8th my husband and I went in for our transfer. We kept it pretty quiet but the transfer was perfect! The next 6 days were torture. I broke the one rule I was given, don't test before the blood draw. I tested every day from 2 days past transfer. Everyday I didn't see a second line I cried and my husband was right by my side. On day 6, he stood by my side as I dipped the test and held my breath. I went to lay back in bed to wait out the time and when he text me and said he saw a second line I all but ran to the bathroom. Over the next 4 days I continued to test and the tests continued to stay positive with progression. We went in for blood work on Thursday and did not get the news we were hoping for. My hcg was really low(12) and it did not look good. We were instructed to come back in today to see if my numbers were going up or if our worst thoughts had been confirmed. I just took a final test and it's completely negative.

Although this part of our story may or may not end well, I still wanted to talk about it because it matters to me, this embryo mattered. I am still so greatful for this opportunity and so greatful to this first embryo for being my first pregnancy and proving to me that it can happen and it WILL happen again.