Bean’s six week scan today showed one healthy heartbeat. Our reaction can be summarised like this:
One - not none, not two - one!! healthy!! heartbeat!!
It feels like fate has been playing games with us. A long time ago, when we first started talking about having more kids, the two recurrent themes were:
Sorenson: “gee, I’d really like to go first this time;” and
Bean: “gee, it’d be great to have them close together again, even a little bit closer this time would be good…”
After over a year of IVF hell we had sensibly downgraded our expectations to “gee, it’d be nice for us to both just get pregnant and never have to do IVF ever again.” But here we are, due dates 10 weeks apart, all the odds on our side now to have two healthy babies by the end of the year. “I’ll give you what you want girls,” says Fate, “but I’ll make you suffer for it first.”
We’ve had enough of suffering now, thank you very much. Bring on the celebrations. I want to burn all our IVF related crap. I want to shout out to the world about all our friends who have supported us with babysitting, kind words, patience, food, and love, as we have quivered and shivered our way through the last year. I know that there are no guarantees, and that life with four under three will be no walk in the park, but finally the stats are working for us and the hard stuff will be tempered by the joy of growing our family. I want to accentuate the positive and eliminate the negative and sing while we do it. And Arlo and Huey will join in with gusto.