The little embie that could

We named the penguin "Elvis". This was actually the name we had thought for the next cat (when the Dude run away we thought of getting a friend for Patches) but actually sounded appropriate for a penguin too.

So after waking up as usual at 4.30 for a pee I went back to bed for a little longer before testing. I just couldn't do it there and then. Having no feelings one way or another I didn't want to be brought to reality too quickly. At 6.55 Mike woke and we said "let's do it".

We went both to the bathroom, I POAS (actually I can never do that, I have to dip it in a cup) and put it on the window sill without looking at it all. Then a minute or so later...

Today is 9dpt. Frozen cycle. I never got pregnant on a FET, let alone with a blast that took a little longer to become a blast (day 6).

I stole the title for this post from my good friend Sweet Georgia who used this phrase to define the penguin once it was transferred. I thought it was a beautiful, strong definition.

I obviously have many fears, I find it difficult to enjoy the moment. Of course I'm happy I'm pregnant again, for a while I thought that'll never happen again, but my past two pregnancies have been so dramatic I'm terrified it will be another ectopic.

I'm going in for beta tomorrow.

Maybe this is really the little embie the could. Your support and good vibes have been amazing as always, I thank you all so much from my heart.

Grow Elvis grow!