We’ve been getting a lot of questions from our friends, family, and readers… about when we’re going to get pregnant again. I must be pretty transparent, or y’all can read my mind or something. I definitely have the baby itch… what with two giant almost-one-year-olds and all. Who wouldn’t be ready for another baby or two?
At the risk of being a major bummer, we’re going to wait a couple of years. We’d like to pay off our existing hospital bills (we hadn’t planned on 3 weeks in the NICU), as well as some student loans.
Also, it wouldn’t hurt to have the girls potty trained. Can I get an amen?
But thinking of my two little embryos, frozen somewhere a hundred miles away… well it makes me ache a little. I feel a little defensive, like I should fight for custody or something. Or at least get visitation rights. I desperately want to feel them kicking inside me. If we knew the genders, they would probably already have names.
But at the same time, it’s hard not to assume those two tiny embryos are little people, because the cold hard truth is… one, or worse both, might not take. I’m unsure about how devastating that effect may be. Especially knowing first-hand what those little microscopic cells turn into.
I just thought it was time for an update on the Embryo part of our title.
Unlike last time, we’re planning on taking our readers along for the ride. The IVF ride. So you’ll have that emotional gory mess to look forward to.
Just this morning, as my little monkeys were crawling all over me, and my heart felt so full… I can’t help but ache for the injustice that infertility brings. The anguish that so many live everyday. It’s still fresh. It’s changed me forever.