Over The Moon

We flew out to LA for my transfer with Trevor. Again, I had started on all the lovely medications to prep me for the transfer. I remember the drug lupron being the worst culprit. It made me turn into someone I didn't even recognize. My moods were all over the place, my body felt like it didn't belong to me. I kept telling myself, once I'm pregnant I'll feel better. I was hoping I would get pregnant the first time around.
Tom and the kids came along this time, they were amazing, and all so excited to see LA. We landed and Trevor met us for dinner. The kids had met him by this point and had also fallen in love. He had tons of charisma that anyone would gravitate to. He talked about his excitement at the prospect of being a father. The plans for the week, transfer, Carrie staying in bed for the embryos to made a home, Tom, kids, and Trevor, fun filled days at Disney. I'm not one for amusement parks so I was just as happy staying back. I got my family in the morning and evenings. Tom was such a major player in this whole journey. He took care of everything and everybody during my stints on berets, and just planning things out. You maybe thinking, how could a mother purposefully sit in bed while her family was out? How could she leave them to help someone else have a family. My answer to this is simple. It felt necessary. If I worked out of the home I would be leaving my kids 8 to 12 hours a day. I may go on business trips, I was a stay at home, run a daycare mom. They were always with me, that's just how it was, how I wanted it to be.
The day of the transfer Tom, Trevor, and myself went in to Pacific Fertility in LA, Calf.. It reminded me of an office one may see on television. I had stepped into an episode of Beverly Hills 90210. I thought, this can't possibly be the place? This isn't a doctors office, it a retreat! Somewhere I would go to meditate or get a facial.  It was the correct place, and they made us comfortable to say the least. They called our name and I was all prepped to meet my newest nine month companion.  The doctor came in introduced himself and said.."we need to discuss how many to transfer". Now first off, I looked at this man and was taken aback by his teeth. He smiled the biggest smile and almost blinded me with his bright, tight smile.  He said our best success would be to transfer three. Tons of other stats flew our way, to the point where my head was spinning. I didn't want to carry twins again, it was the last thing that I wanted. He reassured me that the odds were small. I felt the pressure and dove in head first. Three beautiful, perfect little pre-babies were placed in my uterus. The long wait began.
We flew home, I kept telling Tom, "I don't think it worked, I feel the same", about an hour into the flight I had some cramping, the telltale sign of implantation. I was thrilled.  Eleven days later I went for lab work for the confirmation. It was positive. I was ecstatic. But, my numbers were low, they weren't sure if the pregnancy would survive. In fact they wouldn't send me anymore medications because of my numbers. I was taking progesterone again to keep the pregnancy going until the placenta took over, around 12 weeks of pregnancy.  I did a repeat test sure enough my numbers tripled, I knew it was because it was a late implantation. Two weeks and counting to see how many babies we had in there.
The day came for my ultrasound. The probe was placed and in there was one beautiful heart pumping away. The tech turned the probe this way and that. It appeared as just one little bambino was greeting us. Until, she turned the probe  behind baby number one, there he or she was! Another little one tucked behind his or her sister. I looked over and Trevor and his partner Dennis were just staring at the screen. Tears started to roll down Trevor's face. Quietly, than almost as if he had forgotten the rest of us were there he started laughing, than hollering! Than a gentle soft hug to me, than a huge hug for Tom. The dilemma over having twins was gone. I was over the moon with happiness.