Eggcellent Mom Chronicles

This isn’t the post I hoped to write. My embryo transfer failed. It’s filled with disappointment and sorrow, a far cry from the joy and anticipation I felt leading up to my embryo transfer. This isn’t the outcome I had prayed for, nor the one you all prayed for.

I know that this pain is temporary, but it doesn’t make it any easier. The longing for a child is deep-rooted, and this loss feels like a punch to the gut. I’m struggling to understand how to grieve my lost embaby and find a path forward.

After the transfer, I said, “Welcome home!” filled with hope and excitement. I tried everything within my power to increase my chances of success. I ate mostly clean, nourishing foods. I stayed hydrated. I kept warm with cute fuzzy socks from friends. I ate pineapple core and drank pomegranate juice. I prayed, believed, and hoped.

Now, I’m sitting in a sea of sadness. I’m grieving the baby that could have been and the dreams that felt so close to reality. I hope that one day, my shattered heart will lead to even more love in my life.

This community of friends and family has been an incredible source of support. It’s more than I ever could have imagined. While I’m proud to share my story, it’s difficult to relive the heartbreak of this failed transfer with each of you again and again. You shared in my hope and excitement, and it’s devastating that it didn’t work out. For now, I need your strength, as mine is feeling depleted.

My journey to motherhood will continue, but it will require significant financial resources. If you’re feeling inspired to support me, please consider donating to my GoFundMe.