Lately, I've been feeling overwhelmed. I suppose it makes sense considering I'm growing another human inside me. As I like to tell my husband, Jason, he'd be tired too if he was working 60 hours a week while also making an eyeball.
A few months ago, my husband Jason and I did an embryo transfer. For those of you who've never done in vitro fertilization (IVF), this is the last step in the process — the thing we'd been waiting for since we began trying to get pregnant years ago. After all the shots and medications and surgeries, the doctor was finally going to take one of our embryos out of its petri dish and put it in me.