On Sunday hubs and I celebrated 10 years of being together. 🙂 We flew home to visit my family for the weekend, and spent the day cheering against each other at Arrowhead Stadium as we rooted on our respective football teams with my fam (Chiefs for me, Bills for him). We flew back last night and made one of our fave meals together, homemade deep dish pizza. And then we just chilled on the couch together. Perfection.
I met hubs on my very first day of college, in Latin class. But it wasn’t until junior year that we clickity-click-clicked and became good friends. By senior year I was totally, completely, head over heels smitten with him. It was with utter joy that I realized my feelings were reciprocated, on Halloween 2000. We have never looked back! We were together for almost six years when we got married and now have been together for 10 awesome years. I can’t wait for the next 10!!! We are so so so happy to be where we are today—we feel incredibly grateful for our sweet babies and hope and pray with every cell in us that they keep growing big and strong and healthy.
Hubs is my rock, my best friend and the love of my life. I feel lucky every single day I wake up and turn over and see him next to me. He is a good, good egg. 🙂 And in case you think I’m just being sappy (which I realize I am), let me remind you of something he emailed me last March. At that point I’d been in treatment since October, had done Clomid/triggered twice, had been on the bench three different months, and had just learned that our third round of Clomid/estrogen was being cancelled due to poor lining response and no follies over 10mm. It was a few days before the consult wherein Dr. C uttered the “surrogacy” word. It was probably the darkest of all of the very dark months we endured. And hubs helped me through it. Okay, without further ado, this was written by hubs on March 10:
A Poem About Monitoring DayI know you are sad, it’s not a good day.the ultrasound tech had nothing good to say.you feel its your fault, more drugs could have helped.but you can’t second guess the cards you’ve been dealt.it’s not a perfect science, trial and error.the good news is, your parts are all there!who knows? maybe this cycle isn’t a wastebut even if it is, you’ve been in a worse place.you’ve spent months at a time, trying to stay sane,waiting patiently to take your clomiphene.next month you can cycle, and try something new.you are healthy and young, and have a hubs who loves you.It must be a struggle to try and be zen,you feel it is useless to take more estrogen.But you can be treated with a larger doseIt might be that simple! you could be so close!There are other orals, or even injectables,maybe our future holds the potential for multiples!?!?Patience! I know it feels you are facing an eternity,but maybe this is fate, prepping you for maternity.I love you so much, I hate when you are sad.It makes my heart hurt, I can’t help but feel bad.I know you can’t help it, there is nothing I can say.I just hope this poem somewhat brightens your day.