Saturday, August 8, 2009

My Eggs Are Officially Expired

Damn. Dr. Sweet called early this morning with the news: all 3 embryos tested abnormal. Fuck. I cried a bit, mourning the loss of my fertility and the loss of any future hope of having a genetic sibling to Kara. When I face my deepest thoughts, I just want Kara back. No baby will bring Kara back. She is forever gone.

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

So sorry, sending you peace.
Colleen

Tears in November said...

I'm so sorry Babette.

Ter said...

I'm sorry. I really am. I, too, have lost the chance to have a genetic sibling to my daughter, different circumstances, obviously, but...

((hug))

Sprogblogger said...

I am so sorry you're in this awful place. I do know how you feel - there is something so final about having to come to terms with the fact that my eggs are too old to turn into a real live baby.

I don't feel too old to be a mom, statistics say I'm not too old to be a genetic as well as an environmental mother. But reality says something different and it sucks. It just plain sucks, no matter how we try to dress it up as a good life lesson. I am so sorry for your pain.

Emily said...

I'm just so sorry.

Hope's Mama said...

I'm so very sorry. I wish there was something more I could say.

Barbara said...

I'm so sorry Babette.

xxx

Mirne said...

I'm so sorry.

Amy said...

i am so, so sorry. Lot's of ((((hugs))) for you.

Eb said...

that's tough to hear. I got a lot of solace form Mel's book (about DE). You will be the biological mother (just not the genetic).
Hop that helps.

Anonymous said...

Hi.Just started reading your blog. Hsve not read the whole blog yet-but just want to say how sorry I am.

Kara's Mom said...

Thanks to everyone for all of your support. It means so much to know that you are all here for me during the most difficult moments. thank you. xoxo

Anonymous said...

I'm so sorry. I didn't even realise/know that you were cycling.

I hope that the future brings you motherhood in the practical sense - in whatever shape or form.

S