The last few days have been so insane. 

I’ve been preparing for this embryo transfer for weeks now…months. Today it finally happened. 

Now the waiting begins.

I wont lie, I cried as it happened. Finally seeing some umeed after years of disappointment. 

The progesterone shots are no joke. They told me I wouldn’t be able to walk. They weren’t lying. 

Tiny little anxious needle phobic me, who used to cry watching anyone else taking shots, now taking a three inch needle in my side everyday… for the next 57 more days.

Yes I’m counting. Ofcourse.

Regardless of the outcome, and I’m trying to prepare myself for any eventuality… I’m very very proud of myself. The discipline and side effects and patience and resilience needed for something like this cannot be underestimated. And I’ve tried to be graceful through it despite the (surprise!) Sasural drama. But then again, what else is new?

InshAllah. To finding conviction and solace in whatever He desires. Ameen.

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