Reflecting

Two years ago today, our sweet peanut was conceived.  He, along with 9 "siblings" survived the 5 days until transfer...and then most of them were frozen.  I've thought a lot today about the hope we had after our retrieval.  There was a lot of heartache between then and now, but we came out on the other side stronger for it.  It doesn't make me a better mom for it, but it sure makes me a thankful one.

On a lighter note, my brother and I were talking about this, and I mentioned that J and I would have to come up with a good response for when Lincoln asks us, "Where did I come from?"  Of course, it will all depend on how old he is, but we decided this will be a kicka$$ Two-Truths-and-a-Lie statment.  (Not in the fifth grade, of course...)  "I was frozen for a year."  Or even, "My brother/sister is two years younger than I am [purely hypothetical], but we were conceived on the same day." (This one hinges on whether or not our final transfer is successful.) 

Now that things are settling into more of a routine, I hope to be a better blog friend.  I say that  a lot.  Please know that I am reading daily.  I just don't always get around to commenting.  That's what I hope to improve.