And now to debut...

Well.

(I start off that way a lot, don't I? Imagine me saying it with a sigh, feeling like I have 3,008 pounds of bricks on my chest, not necessarily knowing just what to make of things...it's that kind of 'Well.')

So, without going into all the various emotions (because that's just going to be too much, trust me), here are some details about the day:

I didn't have bad dreams last night. Thank you, Lord.
I didn't fret too much about the thaw.

It was a beautiful (finally) sunny day.

We got there right on time, in spite of traffic.

My before-acupuncture was very relaxing and the acupuncturist was very compassionate and encouraging.

I started to worry when they called me back 15 minutes later than my transfer time. (This is pretty exact science, so I thought there was a problem.)

The doctor was very nice and compassionate.

I told him about how one year ago yesterday the little embryo we were transferring was resting in Incubator 23.

I told him that two days from now was the one year anniversary of our transfer in the room next door.

He said, "Was it a boy or a girl?"
I told him, "Boy."

He said, "Super!"

I told him that Matthew died.

He looked horrified and heartbroken.

I told him it was vasa previa.

He looked mortified.

We got past that.

The embryologist came in and confirmed I was who I said I was. (I was.)

I asked for a picture.

The embryologist came back in with a teeny, tiny catheter and said, "One?"

The doctor said, "One."

He did the transfer.

The sono tech described it for us.

He gave some instructions and some best wishes.
I thanked them all profusely and told them I was ordering raises for them all.

They seemed to be pleased with that.

I asked a few questions.

They told me that it was a great thaw, all cells survived and were 100% living.

I was thrilled. Thank you, Lord.

I went back down for another acupuncture appointment.

We headed back home.

For the next two weeks, we will be on our knees praying to have a positive pregnancy test on March 18. Praying to learn that my second child will be part of our lives. Praying for peace as I remain heartbroken and hopeful at the same time. Praying indeed.

And now, to make his or her debut (hopefully the first of many, many, MANY pictures)....

Hello, Yellow!