Hello, Dusty Corners of the internet. It’s me. I hope you aren’t mad that I’ve been away so long. Life gets crazy, you see, and sometimes it’s hard to pause and reflect.
I messaged with an old friend recently who reminded me that I used to leave my thoughts here. I’m going to try to find time to leave them here once more.
This started out as an (in)fertility blog, so it seems only proper to perhaps pick it up there. I went back and re-read my last fertility related post from November 2014. I was in a rough place, knowing we needed to put things on hold. 9 cycles in, and nothing to show for it.
I thought things were going on hold for 3 months. We ended up on hold for 7 months, because life just got in the way. In June of 2015 we trudged back down to the clinic to discuss our options for in vitro. We forged ahead and got 5 viable embryos from that cycle. Our fresh transfer wasn’t successful, and we moved on to Frozen transfer in August.
I titled this blog “Let’s Make 3” because that was our dream. The pitter-patter of ten tiny toes. The thought of a little bundle of joy snuggled close with me on cold winter days. We were moving mountains to have a baby, but that isn’t what happened.
We had two.
That’s right. We skipped right over 3 and became a family of 4. Of course, if you know us in real life, you’ve seen us flood Facebook with photographs of our tiny humans, so this isn’t news. But if you stumbled upon this humble page – that’s how the story concludes. Actually, it’s really more how the story begins.
The babes were both boys, and the boys are now a year old. I have no shortage of stories and antics to share. I know many of my experiences are common to all mothers. Maybe some are unique to moms of multiples. Either way, if you want to laugh with us or cry with us, we’ll be here.