This time last year

This time last year I was stimming for what felt like the world's most delayed IVF cycle. First I got Lyme disease in the fall then we found the polyp in March, the cyst from hell in April and finally our 7th IVF cycle in May. It is so different the second time around. I had less quiet time where I could feel sorry for myself which I did quite a bit the first time around. I had to go it alone a lot because I vowed the first time around that if we successfully had a baby we would not bring that baby into the fertility clinic waiting room. Going it alone meant catching the 5:15am train to NYC on the weekend which I have to say is painful and it baffles me how people manage that every day for work. This time last year we weren't sure if we were wasting $10k or not. We took a gamble and we managed to hit the jackpot but we didn't know it yet. It was all anticipation and nervousness. This time last year I didn't know that I would be celebrating the day which shall not be named as a mommy of two while others are still waiting for their one.