After we got the second blood test result confirming pregnancy, we shared the news with both sets of parents. Until this point, we kept our parents in the dark about the year-long treatments or the years of visiting this doctor and that, acupuncture, herbal medicines, etc. There was still a chance that pregnancy and a baby was something that just wasn’t in God’s plans for our lives, and we didn’t want them to be let down if this would ever come to be. When we told them about the pregnancy, we didn’t share the whole story - just that the little one was conceived with the help of IVF. They were thrilled, excited and happy for us.
The friends I shared the good news with are the individuals who walked with me through our fertility struggles - through prayer and constant check-ins, they made sure that we were doing ok and trucking along from one procedure to the next. They held my hand and my heart in moments when I felt like I just couldn’t go on with the next procedure… when this all felt like a far away dream.
Yesterday was our sixth-week ultrasound. She would be the size of an orange seed, and if we were lucky, we would be able to hear the heartbeat as well. Jin is still not allowed to join me at these appointments (thank you, COVID-19), so we FaceTimed during the procedure. We couldn’t hear the heartbeat, but we got a glimpse of the little one:
Our doctor said everything looks really good, and she’s very happy.
And if she’s happy, we’re happy.
Next week, we have one last ultrasound appointment with our fertility doctor, then we’ll be moving on to the OBGYN. The progress we’re seeing feels absolutely surreal, and we thank God everyday that He’s seeing us through this journey.