I had very little desire to go back and see everyone. In fact the only thing that really pushed me to go was the fact that my best friend from elementary school, "T", was going to be there. Her mom passed away this summer and I had to miss the funeral because I was out of the state. Needless to say, I felt bad about it all and when I saw that she had RSVPed on Facebook, I decided I would go.
So, my husband and I left town Friday evening. We had made arrangements to stay at my sister's house (who lives about 40 minutes away from my hometown). We got there around 9:00 and stayed up until midnight or so drinking wine and chatting. I'm close with my sister and it didn't take long for me to spill to her that we're going to be doing IVF. She was very supportive (and excited).
The next day, the reunion "fun" began. There was a parade in the morning and our class got to go through on a float. Oh joy. It was pretty lame and kind of put me in a bad mood because my friend who I was expecting to see didn't show up. I spent the afternoon with my family. Then that night we had a dinner followed by a party at the lake. We had been at the dinner for about an hour when T showed up. She told me that she was on her way when she found herself turning left instead of right and ended up at her grandma's house. She sat and talked with her grandma, saying she didn't really feel like going to the reunion. Luckily, Grandma told her to get back in the car and GO! It's a good thing she did. We spent the night catching up. A few hours into our conversation, the topic of children came up. I told her we'd been trying for a long time with no luck. It was then that she asked me if I had considered IVF. I told her that we were actually just getting started with IVF. She then confessed, in a hushed voice, that she was 7 weeks pregnant with twins...conceived through IVF. I couldn't believe it. Our topic of discussion then, of course, turned into injections and retrievals and transfers. She told be it took them 3 cycles to get a positive pregnancy test, but mentioned that she thought the stress of her mom dying probably played a big part in why the first two cycles didn't take. She encouraged me to stay positive and as stress-free as possible (hard to do when you teach 23 six year olds).
Anyway, by the end of the night, I felt so glad that I went. Not only did I have a great time catching up with an old friend, but I found a new support system...someone I can talk to about it all. I just goes to show you...everything happens for a reason.
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