Our vacation to Anguilla was simply amazing. We were right on the ocean in an open air room at a resort that was the ultimate "kick back, relax in the most serene, secluded, beautiful" place you've ever seen. It was exactly what we needed. We went snorkeling. We laid on the beach. We ate fantastic food and we drank rum punch! Infertility was pushed aside and we made our trip just about us.
My birthday was perfect. Just Trevor and I...well and a few dolphins. I've always wanted to swim with dolphins. So, this year, I did. It was super corny, I know, but hey, consider it checked off my bucket list. Trevor said he hadn't seen me laugh and smile like that in a long time which made him really enjoy watching.
That evening we had my favorite meal of the whole trip. They brought us champagne for my birthday and dessert. Then the local "celebrity" who was a professional cricket player turned musician came to my table with his guitar and sang happy birthday to me...and not in a cheesy way. It was the "Anguillian" version and there was a verse about wishing me joy. Cue tears. Couldn't help it. It got me. Simply put...it was an amazing birthday.
Here are some of my favorite pics from our trip.
The boat ride from St. Maarten to Anguilla...complete with rum punch!
View from our room
Beach at our resort...dinner date night!
The cove where we snorkeled
My birthday dinner
The crayfish was to die for down there
Omari Banks serenaded me with a beautiful version of Happy Birthday, look close, you'll see big fat tears in my eyes. Such a sap!
Day trip to St. Martin (French Side)
Another view of one of Anguilla's fabulous beaches
T & Me
Sunshine and another frozen cocktail
My daily spot on the beach with the view of St. Martin in the background
Having an absolute blast together...much needed
The "dolphin push"
If only I could have "Free Willy'd" them...I totally would have, but they really did make my day
The last day of our trip (yesterday) happen to be the anniversary of when we went on our first date 12 years ago. So most of the day was spent traveling and eating dinner in a crappy airport restaurant. However, we did take a morning walk on the beach and had one very special surprise before we left.
Now, I have to preface this with the fact that I've yet to barely crack a smile over this. I'm terrified and scared. I can't comprehend a world in which this will work out. I've been told over and over again how I need to move on to donor eggs and in our heads we had and really, still are because this isn't real yet. My eggs are awful, what eggs I have anyway. My hormones are all over the place, even THIS cycle they were wacky.
I know that this is a wall that I've put up around my heart because I'm so scared of being let down again. Things just haven't worked out for me these past few years on my journey to be a mother. But really, it's not going to matter how many walls I put up, I will be devastated if this pregnancy isn't viable. But still, the fact is...right this second, I'm pregnant...with MY egg. Something I thought would never happen. That's amazing in itself.
Tomorrow I plan on going in first thing for a beta. The digital says "pregnant". The second pink line is decent, at least for 12 dpo.
So today...fresh from vacation...(and crap, too much rum punch) I'm cautiously hoping that this is my miracle.