The Pre-Screening Process
Surrogacy has intrigued me since the day Phoebe Buffet of Friends carried her brother’s babies. As my son was about to turn 1, I found myself yet again binge-watching Friends and started seriously thinking about surrogacy. As with first birthdays, I was reflective on that first year with my son. I had found so much joy and purpose in motherhood and couldn’t stop thinking about helping another family know that same joy and purpose. At the time, my husband and I talked extensively about what this would look like for our family. I read blogs, listened to podcasts, and talked
Transfer Process
Getting my body ready to have the embryo transfer was a little frustrating at times. It felt like it was taking forever. Initially, I was put on birth control to be able to track my cycle. Unfortunately, when I went for labs and an ultrasound, they found out that I had ovulated through my birth control, meaning that the entire month was useless and we would have to track things differently. Once I was at the correct point, we started IVF meds. At first I was nervous about having daily injections in my stomach, but then I realized it wasn’t
Reflections of my 2nd Transfer!
As the days passed by, marked by sore intramuscular gluteus injections and routine two-hour round trips, I found myself immersed in the familiar rhythm of another embryo transfer journey. The anticipation culminated on the day of the HCG blood work, a pivotal moment tinged with both hope and apprehension. Having previously worked in women's health, I had been monitoring my progress at home with urine tests. The positive result initially brought relief, but my heart sank as I noticed the line wasn't darkening as expected. Despite my growing unease, I kept this concern private, respecting the intended parents' desire for
Embryo Transfer – Part 1 of 2
After weeks of medications, messages, and countless emails, the day of our embryo transfer was finally scheduled: Cinco de Mayo (5/5/2023). Of course, no margaritas for me this year! The anticipation was palpable as I boarded yet another flight to Connecticut, a state whose sights I was becoming familiar with through these visits. Arriving on the evening of May 4th, I enjoyed a peaceful night's sleep, knowing that the next day held a significant milestone on my fertility journey. The morning of May 5th dawned with a mix of nerves and excitement. Scheduled for bloodwork and the embryo transfer, I
