I'm losing track of how many times I've had to post that cancer sucks. Another person on my cancer prayer list lost her battle Monday night. I grew up going to camp with the Chandler kids, from Beaumont, and their mom passed away Monday night. My mom had seen her and their family at the ICU on Thursday, but they all thought she was just there temporarily, to treat an infection. She found out on Mother's Day of 2007 that she was sick, and yesterday would have been her 57th birthday. Her younger daughter is supposed to get married this Saturday. Hearing all of this news just tugs at my heart. Please keep their family in your prayers.
Sigh. Here we are again. We knew all along we would be able to start the process for baby #2 when Sloane was nine months old. I had said we did not necessarily want kids that close together, but knew just because we started then did not mean we would get pregnant then. If I had only known how true that is becoming. Silly us had started having visions of three kids. The only way we can have three kids is to have things go smoothly, not lose embryos, and not lose time. Well, so far we have lost an embryo and a lot of time in the quest for our next baby. I breezed through prep for our transfer in early May. The stress load was so much less than before because I thought we had it figured out. We had Sloane as a great distraction. My lining was better than it has ever been before - by far. Then, the day after Mother's Day, I found out it did not work. And I was immediately thrown back into the depths of infertility hell....
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