On Thanksgiving Day, one year ago, I woke up in the hospital. Bo was two days old and we would spend the entire day waiting very impatiently to be allowed to come home. We finally arrived home a little after 11 pm on Thanksgiving Day. To say that Thanksgiving will never be the same would be the understatement of the year.
Holidays seem to be even more significant during IVF. During the last cycle, in which Bo was conceived, I started medication on Valentine's Day (also our anniversary), I had my transfer on Pulaski Day, and received the first positive pregnancy test on St. Patrick's Day. We saw the heartbeat for the first time on Good Friday. And brought home a baby on Thanksgiving Day.
As you can see, holidays are important in the scheme of IVF for us. Sure, it's probably all coincidence. But that doesn't stop me from feeling pretty hopeful as I start my birth control pills for our next cycle today.