I mentioned in my last post that our embryo transfer has been scheduled for Friday, October 4th. The timing could not be more perfect, and I am on cloud nine knowing that we are closer to getting pregnant than we ever have been before.
Andrew took his last final on Thursday of last week, and he has this week off before starting his 4th quarter of chiropractic school on October 7th. It’s hard to believe we have been in Atlanta for a full year now, and that Andrew is nearly one year into the D.C. program. Anyway, since Andrew has this week off, he will be able to go with me to the transfer on Friday. YAY!!! Him having the week off also means that he is not spending every moment that he is at home studying. It means that he and I get some quality time together. And it means that the week leading up to our transfer is going to be wonderful!
It’s so ironic that I was heartbroken when we had to delay our transfer. Had it not been for OHSS (ovarian hyper stimulation), we would have found out whether or not we were pregnant during the last week of August. Instead, our embryos were frozen and the transfer had to be put off for nearly seven weeks. But the ironic part is that, now, I feel like the timing of our transfer is really perfect. I won’t be going to the transfer alone, because Andrew will be on break from school and able to come with me. It means a lot to him to be able to be there. Then we will have the entire weekend together before he has to go back to school.
Amidst the obstacles that we’ve faced throughout our infertility journey, and specifically throughout our experience with IVF, when I look back upon the past year and a half, I see God’s hand in everything.
Sometimes we forget that our God knows everything… from the beginning to the end. He knows what needs to come to pass in our lives and what needs to be held back. He knows the when, and He knows the why. The God who has eternity etched in the palm of His hand is the same God who bends down low to hear our prayers. He is the same God who is with us in the darkest and loneliest of nights. He is the same God who knows our thoughts and who listens to our hearts’ cries. He is here. He is trustworthy. And He is listening.
That is the God I am clinging to this week and always. That is the God that I trust in regardless of the outcome of Friday’s transfer.
of the one who delights in Him;
though he may stumble, he will not fall,
for the Lord upholds him with His hand.