I started taking pineapple core today. It contains bromelain, which is great for implantation. So, even though I am on prescriptions, I won’t be joking with the pineapple core for the next few days, until some days after the transfer. I wasn’t sure if eating the entire pineapple was going to affect the bromelain, so I cut it open and ate just the core. It wasn’t exactly tasty, and as I watched my husband and daughter chew on the juicy fruit, I remembered again the joy that laid ahead. I immediately imagined going to visit my aunt sometime in the future, and she would have her table filled with children; just as the bible says. I could picture her laughing as she served meals to children she had lost all hope of having. While I was daydreaming, I managed to finish the little pieces of pineapple core on my plate.
So I called one of my close friends today, to bring her up to speed about what I was starting on; and I didn’t get the support I was expecting. Bummer!! But she didn’t exactly like the idea of carrying another woman’s baby…didn’t matter that ‘another woman’ was my aunt. She argued that I was going to get too attached to the baby; knowing how emotional and soft-hearted I can be. Do you think you would carry a baby in your stomach for nine good months, and suffer everything that comes with it, and then just hand over the baby like that? She asked. I tried explaining that I was only a carrier, the baby doesn’t belong to me, and how I would be grateful to see the child often. The baby would definitely be my favorite cousin in the world; I told her. By the time we ended the phone call, I was happy I didn’t tell we were having three embryos transferred. If she was already freaking out over the thought of my carrying one child, I wonder what she would think if I had said three!
My aunty called me today as well. I can tell she holds herself back from calling me every second! You are taking the drugs well, right? she asked in our native language and I replied in the affirmative. She told me she was going for vigil tonight to pray for a successful transfer and implantation. Nicole had recently given me prep up on what to expect at the transfer, so I told aunty not to get too worked up, that I heard it was a simple procedure, only that I would need to go in with a full bladder. When I am pressed I hold my urine these days as practice; I told her. Her laughter rang in my ears and I was filled with so much joy and fear. Joy that she was happy, and fear that it could get cut. I quickly dispelled that thought and continued my conversation with her. She was also going to embark on a fast for the next few days leading to the transfer. I jokingly asked if I should join and she screamed No oh! Please be eating and taking your drugs. The rest of us would do the fasting and prayers.
So I am basically getting ready for the big day. After yesterday’s post, I got a lot of encouraging messages and inspiring words from The Fertile Chick family. I truly appreciate your prayers and encouragement. This weekend is going to be real busy, because I have a lot of preparing to do before hand. I need to go grocery shopping, run some errands and do laundry, because I anticipate being asked to stay on bed rest for a few days after the transfer. So I by the time I update the dairy on Monday, I would have less than 24 hours to the transfer. I can’t wait! I hope it all goes well. Barak De Sallah everyone!! Have a fabulous weekend!!
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