I had some visitors this past weekend. I watched thme run around the house and take toys off the shelf and scream at each othrt and laugh at each other and eat bowls of applesauce and then run around some more. I stared at them and wondered "How were you both ever so small that you fit in my tummy?"
The surro-twins, they're not tiny babies any more. They're little people with gigantic personalities. I spent most of the weekend just watching them and enjoying being around them. The time I spent with them was about the only time in the past two weeks I haven't had a pounding, burning lupron-induced headache. Maybe because they were a nice reminder that everything I'm going through is for a reason and when it's all done and we're (please, oh please) successful there will be another little bit (or two) of magic in the world.
Yup, I did a good job. Now their daddies are doing a good job. I can't even explain to you how much it filled my heart up to see the babies and see how well they're doing. The timing of their visit was perfect too. I needed a reminder that at the end of all the shots and the ultrasounds and the headaches and the procedures and the pills....
One year ago today Jesse's credit card was stolen for a stupid reason.
Two years ago people were rude by proxy.
Four years ago today Elle wanted an itchy potty.
Five years ago today Joseph wanted Jesse to take ED medication.