Running Up That Hill

2/11/2010 11:10PM CST:

Left photo of tonight's elliptical challenge. Yes indeed, 717 calories and 6.20 miles.

For the better part of the past few weeks, we've had our fingers crossed. We hoped for many follicles, many healthy oocytes, a lot of fertilized eggs, many day 2 embryos, and quite a few healthy day 5 blastocysts. Then we wanted a positive blood test, and then another.

All through the process so far, we had hoped for good health and a successful pregnancy. Now we're facing the next milestone: the 7 week ultrasound. To this point, all of the visions I've had have included one child. These are the first days that I am now beginning to consider the real possibility of multiples. While the thought is endearing, like a Hallmark commercial, my practical side (which is 99% of my brain) cringes. On the other hand, Robbie is jumping up and down at the prospect of twins. He will probably find religion in an effort to sway the universe into making this happen.

Having processed the real possibility for twenty-four hours, I've arrived at this: The most important thing for me is that we have a healthy pregnancy. While I would prefer a singleton in 250 or so days, I know you don't always get exactly what you ask for. With either outcome, we will be delighted.

On a side note: Very weird dream last night. Robbie, Jessie, and I were in a cab the day after she delivered our (singleton) child. The baby was a boy, but it looked like a little old man - not wrinkled like a baby, but frown lines and age spots. The newborn was swearing like a sailor and told a dirty joke. What's that about?