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By the time we reached the last embryo,
I think I already knew this would be the final attempt.

Not because I didn’t want to continue,
but because I was tired.

We had tried multiple times.
We had checked almost everything.

And still, there was no clear answer.

So when the doctor suggested one more test,
it felt like… just one last thing to try.

ERA.

At that point, I didn’t expect much from it.

But the result came back different.

They told us the timing wasn’t what they usually see.
Instead of the usual window,
mine was much earlier.

Around 92 hours.

The first test didn’t even give a clear result.
We had to repeat it.

I remember thinking,
even now, it’s still uncertain.

But eventually, we got the timing.

And we decided—
this time, we would follow it exactly.

There was only one embryo left.

We didn’t have anything else after this.

So we went ahead with the transfer,
based on that timing.

No adjustments,
no guessing.

Just following what we finally knew.

I didn’t feel hopeful in a big way.

It was quieter than that.

Just…
this is the last one.

And then,
it worked.