Here I am.
The days were up and down. It was a gradual recovery. I still have tender moments, but they are fewer and a little less intense as time passes.
My recipient family is over the moon. We jumped through some serious hoops to get things done as quickly as possible for her. Maybe that inflamed the panic a little bit. All I know is that the embryos are with their new family.
My sister had a great one. She told me that when this birth eventually comes, I cannot see the child as "The One That Could Have Been Mine". We all know the perfect uterus can fail to implant the most perfect embryo. (Remember my fresh cycle?) There is no guarantee that same embryo would have implanted in me just because it implanted in her. Good one, huh?
Thanks for your support. I have never felt such a raw need to reach out and ask for help. I was a bit of a mess. Special thanks to those who came out of the quiet and Anonymous. Special thanks to my old friends who have stuck around when I need you most. All sappy for y'all.
I miss those babies.