• As luck would continue to have it, our transfer was scheduled for a Jewish holiday, Sukkot.  This is a beautiful holiday.  Jews celebrate the beginning of fall and the harvest and the protection and provisions provided by G-d.  You build a Sukkah, an open hut type setup and enjoy dining outside, gazing at the stars and feeling the fall breeze.

Feeling extra blessed, Marc and I headed back to the good old ambulatory care center on October 6th.  Now, I know I have given plenty of props and credit to my grandma (z”l), but I must also point out that our transfer day was on Marc’s grandfather Harry’s (z”l) birthday.  We certainly had an army of support watching over us.

There was no joy juice for this procedure, but I got to wear the same outfit.  Marc and I sat with the Dr. to review the details of the transfer to confirm we were only implanting one embryo, a female.  She even showed us and then gave us a copy of a picture of the embryo.  It was like our first baby picture! We both thought she was beautiful already.

I kissed Marc and begin the walk down the hall to the operating room.  The Dr. gave me some information on the procedure and gave me great advice.  She told me to think of the embryo as a pearl stuck in peanut butter.  She said it won’t fall out, we just hope it will stick.

I was on the table and the embryologist put a picture of the embryo on a TV screen for me to see and confirm my name and birthday on the embryo before she would remove it from its cozy petri dish to be implanted in my uterus.  I confirmed it was indeed mine and again recited the Shehechianu. Thank you, G-d, for bringing me to this day.