lies, damned lies, and statistics

I'm not gonna lie.

I'm freaking out a little bit here.

My beta yesterday came in at 8332.

According to the site betabase.info, that's about double the median for singleton pregnancies, and about 600 points less than the median for twin pregnancies.

But, they say these kinds of numbers are all over the place, and those are just median numbers.

And the chance that Happy split into two little ones is only 1.7 percent. Although, some say that there might be a higher chance for 5-day blasts than for 3-day embryos to split. And then others say that is totally false.

And I read somewhere that there may be a correlation between high numbers and gender (the higher the number, the more likely it's a girl....), but then there are plenty of people who say that is hogwash.

Who are these people, anyway?

I guess we'll have to wait for some answers until Friday, when we go in for our ultrasound.

Oh, Friday. There are too many days left for me to sit here and sift through lies, damned lies, and statistics.

Sigh.

In happier news, my momma comes to visit tonight for almost three weeks! Huzzah!!!!

to the max

Beta #2 results are in:

2868!!!!

My fab nurse said that the betas are "doubling appropriately" and they want me to come back for beta #3 on Monday.

My numbers, friends, are higher than my numbers were when I was pregnant with G & E.

In fact, the handy-dandy calculator on babymed.com indicates that I'm on the "max" line as far as numbers go.

Back in 2010, I was in between the average and max line.

Today, we're steadily following the max line.

Very interesting.

Very interesting, indeed.

be....wait for it....ta!

This morning, I was waiting with beta breath.

Sorry, that was terrible. But when a good pun presents itself, I just can't pass up the opportunity to smack it across the room.

Anyhoodles...I went in for my beta this morning.

And I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Staring at my resurrected iPhone (huzzah!) and willing it to ring.

And ring it did.

My beta came back at 1315.

1315!!!

Friends...when I was pregnant with G and Elioenai, our first number was 464. Twins typically result in higher numbers. This one is almost triple that number.

TRIPLE!

BUT, my nurse said that sometimes frozen transfers result in higher numbers, she thinks it's a nice strong number. She tried to calm me down and (probably) prevent me from going on Google and researching typical betas.

Yeah, right.

But there is a large range of numbers that are possible for a singleton or twin pregnancy. So, I'm guessing we just have one very strong-willed baby in there...Lord help us. :)

One or two, I'm so excited.

Thank you, Lord, for letting Happy stick around.

EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm officially, officially pregnant!

4 weeks, 5 days down...35 weeks to go!!!

can't help myself

I'm probably the most impatient person I know.

Except for maybe G.

He is the most impatient person I know.

I know, I know. He gets it from me. He gets all the good stuff from me Mr. T.

Well, against the sage advice of REs and nurses everywhere, I took a home pregnancy test on Tuesday. I mean, for goodness sakes, our clinic (God bless them) is amazing, but they make you wait an ungodly amount of time for their blood tests. WAY longer than most clinics I know.

But, I digress.

Interestingly, I normally would have announced this news with a picture.

But when I was taking the picture of the test with my phone, G started crying and asking me to pick him up. Of course, we were in the bathroom. Of course, as soon as I picked him up, he was already hysterical and, in true "strong-willed" toddler fashion, he arched his back. And, of course, I started to bobble my phone and the baby at the same time.

My motherly instincts (the few I have managed to develop) told me to save the baby. So I had to sacrifice the iPhone.

It was like the scene out of a cartoon. The phone flew out of my hand with the perfect trajectory to land straight into the toilet with one fell plop. My awesome high school physics teacher, Mr. Barber, would be so proud that I remember what a trajectory is...given that I was probably his worst student in the history of time. (Holla, Apollo!!!)

If I had been patient enough to either listen to G screaming, or to take everything out of the bathroom, I might not be in this predicament.

But I'm impatient like that.

Ugh. So my iPhone is in the ICU, aka a bag of rice, in hopes that there was no permanent damage and that the rice will draw all of the moisture out.

Wah. My beloved iPhone. I feel so naked without a phone. So unconnected. I feel like I'm in college again, when my mom told me I couldn't get a pager, even though ALL of my friends had them.

Anyway. I totally digress.

Oh, so you want to know what happened?

TWO. PINK. LINES!!!! That's what happened!

I'm pretty sure I was shaking when I saw it. Shaking with disbelief. Shaking with giddyness. That was the mild earthquake you felt.

Perhaps shaking + holding a screaming toddler + iPhone + toilet is not a good idea. I've filed that lesson away for eternity. You can file it away, too. You're welcome.

Possibly the most freaking expensive home pregnancy test, ever.

But so totally worth it, so that we could tell G that there's a baby brother or sister inside my tummy, and then watch him wave at my tummy, say "baby", and give it the sweetest kisses ever. Sweet kisses that turned into raspberries and farting noises and general silliness. That's how we roll.

Of course, my official blood test isn't until Tuesday. So we were planning on keeping this under wraps until next week.

And yes, I know that the risk of miscarriage is still high until 12 weeks.

You don't have to remind me.

I know.

But I'm impatient like that.

And I covet your prayers like that.

And I want to celebrate Happy being with us every second I can.

Just ask Mr. T, who groaned loudly when I said, "So what do you think about the name....?"

Holy.

I'm pregnant!

Oh...and just one more thing...while this blog is totally public, and I don't mind sharing the news with you all...I do have people on Facebook that I would like to wait to share with for various reasons...so, if in doubt, please don't mention anything on Facebook or Twitter until we make an official announcement. :) Thanks!!!

hi-ho, hi-ho

After spending a fun morning with the G-man and getting an AWESOME massage, we headed over to Shady Grove in Rockville.

 

The pre-transfer massage was a very good decision. I was so relaxed!!!

 

Mr. T. was super confused about his role at this procedure. It's only been two years, friends...I was cracking up at the questions he was asking me. (Psssst....his role was to be my moral support and get instructions from the nurse about how he needs to pamper me for the next few days. ;))

 

I wore these white fluffy socks with pink flowers that my mom gave me. Mr. T. always laughs when I wear them. Sure, they look pretty goofy...but they are the warmest and most comfy socks ever. I thought white socks were appropriate because my baby is coming out of the deep freeze. Pink....is for....two pink lines...and maybe the privilege to buy some pink for this baby. Keep in mind that some boys can ROCK pink!!! ;)

 

And...introducing our baby Happy!!! When I was brainstorming names, I thought of Snow White, especially since we are going on a family vacay to Disney later this month and I am currently obsessed with the show Once, so we named our emby Happy and our *still* frozen emby is Sleepy. ;) Feel free to call me Snow White. Ha! 

Thankfully, the thaw went GREAT and 95% of the cells survived! Huzzah! Dr. Greenhouse was on call today, so he did our transfer (the first time he's done one of our procedures!) and everything went smoothly. Our embryologist mentioned that she recognized our names, so she looked into our records, and sure enough, she is the embryologist who did the ICSI procedure for Grant, Eli, Happy, Sleepy, Mun and Hoon! How neat is that???

So....now, I'm on bedrest for the next 24 hours. And I am PUPO (pregnant until proven otherwise)!!! Snuggle in, Happy, snuggle right in to Hotel Momma!!!

Coincidentally, we made a very quick stop to Bed Bath and Beyond (shhhh...don't tell Dr. G!), and I saw this pillow....

 

 

Happy to be PUPO!!!! Thanks so much for your encouragement and your prayers. EEEE!!!!

it's only a day away....

Tomorrow.

The sun will come out.

At noon, we'll be reunited with one of our little ones.

Praying for the thaw to go smoothly.

Excited to see that beautiful flash of light as my little one goes from catheter to womb.

Hopeful that s/he'll decide it's a nice place to hang out for about nine months.

It's happening.

It's really happening!!!

Again!

Please, Lord; please, do it.

Because now that I know the G-man, I know just how much I love this little one.

Dear little one: Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya! Tomorrow! It's only a day away!!!

cheer up sleepy jean

Sadly, my childhood crush is gone.

My cousin and I spent countless hours watching Monkees reruns and reenacting them when we were little. Davy Jones was always my boyfriend. What a dreamboat. I'm a little sad about his unexpected and early departure. Rest in peace, Davy Jones. Thanks for being my first "boyfriend."

Anyway, back to life. Back to reality. (back to life, back to reality....)

I had my monitoring appointment yesterday. My uterine lining measured 16mm (8mm+ is a good number), there were no big follicles (big follicles = big nono in an FET), and the bloodwork came back normal, so we are still on for a March 6 transfer! Woohoo!

We've also decided to transfer one embryo. At the end of the day, I realized that I have a parental duty to protect these embryos and give them the best chance they have at life. I do not want to knowingly increase the chances of preterm labor or developmental delays or even prenatal or neonatal death for either of them. I also have a responbility to parent G-man. If I get pregnant with twins, I would probably have to go on bedrest and not be able to enjoy the G-man's second year, never mind his third year when the babies would actually be here. He is part of this family, and his needs are a big factor (and rightfully so!) in this decision. Mr. T. is like 100 percent sure. I'm like 65 percent sure. Which, yeah, I don't get, either, when you lay it all out like the way I just did.

But, again, it's about trusting God, decision by decision and moment by moment. Sometimes, I just feel like He's saying, "Tina, do you trust me? I totally got this."

Yup. He totally does.

the shot man returneth

So...I had a monitoring appointment on Saturday. All looked good, so we are a "go" for this cycle! My first injection was on Saturday evening.

In our fresh cycle two years ago, Mr. T. and I took an injections class. It's been two years, guys. So a couple of weeks ago, I called Mr. T. in a panic, asking if maybe he might want to take another injections class? He said, "Nope, I remember."

Uh........

So, on Saturday night, as I'm drawing up the injection into the syringe and putting a big-ass (pun totally intended) needle on it...I look over, expecting Mr. T. to look nervous. Nope. Totally not even interested in what is about to happen.

Actually, he's watching videos of J.Lin highlights (stop the Linsanity, someone!).

I was a little annoyed at this point...I mean, this guy is about to stick this big-ass needle in me, and all he can think about is basketball? So I made him youtube some videos on delestrogen injections. He found some totally useless videos on how to draw up the correct dosage and one of a nurse with really weird fake nails pretending to inject herself in the thigh.

"Aren't you nervous?" I asked.

"No," he replied.

"Am I making you nervous?"

"Uh, maybe," he said.

So, I just shut up and laid on the couch, and closed my eyes. And OW!

But it was over. I got my second injection last night and it totally did not hurt. I told Tom he did a great job, and then I proceeded to freak out a little bit, because what if it didn't go in intramuscularly?

I have issues, folks.

But the Shot Man is back! And he's lovin' it.

Bee-tee-dub...have you looked at the calendar lately? My transfer date is less than 2 weeks away. Huzzah!

[insert drama here]

So...you know how I shared that I was worried about my blase attitude in my last post? A lot if it had to do with not having to think about what we're doing as much as we did last time around. The decisions this time around didn't seem so monumental.

Until today.

My RE called and asked me whether we were planning to transfer one or two of the embryos. For some reason, when I talked to my nurse about the one versus two issue a couple of weeks ago, she said that Dr. G. would make me thaw both at the same time, but it was my choice to transfer one or two. For me, there was no decision to be made. Two. But Dr. G. said we could thaw one at a time.

Ack! Confusion and panic immediately set in as he was asking me for an answer.

Let me back up a minute. Yesterday, I was surfing an infertility forum and the topic of transferring one versus two embryos was at the very top. When I opened it, I read all of these opinions about the risks of multiples. Things that are not exclusive to multiple pregnancies and births, but certainly heightened by them. Things like premature labor and delivery, extensive NICU time, developmental delays, therapies, miscarriage, and neonatal death. These are things that I already knew about. Things I worried about when we transferred two embryos two years ago. Things that later haunted me with guilt because I had worried so much about actually being pregnant with twins and then raising twins, and then had to say goodbye to Eli.

And all of the fears and guilt resurfaced again.

But I know that God does not give us a spirit of fear or guilt, so I tried to think about how fun it would be to have twins. How doubly blessed we would be. How, even if we had challenges with pregnancy, labor, delivery and beyond, we would just love love love each child and how God has already fearfully and wonderfully made him/her. How God would have answered our hearts' desire to have three kids in one (well, I guess it's really two) fell swoop.

So when I talked to Dr. G. this morning, I felt my pulse start racing, my heart started aching with doubt, and I was unsure of everything all over again. I told him I am really concerned about the risks of having multiples. As soon as I said that, he said, "OK, so then I'll put you down for one."

"Well, what would you recommend?" I asked quickly, unsure of making such a decision just because of my fear of the risks of multiples.

He told me that if we transfer two, our likelihood of getting pregnant is 55-60%, but the likelihood of multiples is 25%. If we transfer one, our likelihood of getting pregnant is 35-40%, but the likelihood of multiples then goes down to 1%. [For the record, my clinic strongly encourages elective single embryo transfers, also known as eSET, because of the high risks of multiples pregnancies. Fertility clinics are notorious for their desire to keep their stats up, and ours is no exception, but I really value their stance on promoting the healthiest and safest pregnancies whenever possible.] I think he could feel my hesistancy, because he then added that, ultimately, that the implantation of either embryo is not contingent or affected by the act of transferring one or two.

In other words, if I can spin it a slightly different way, God knows which baby He's going to breath life into. If I transfer them both at one time, and if God is going to breath life into them both, then I'll have twins. Or He could choose to bring one or both Home with Him, and we won't get to know one or both here on earth. Likewise, I could transfer one this cycle and have a singleton (or be the 1% who has identical twins!), or not. And then transfer again and have another singleton, or not. The point is...God knows. He cares for us, our family, and each of our babies.

Of course, there are the practical, financial considerations. Since our insurance company only allows 3 IVF cycles per live birth, if we have two unsuccessful FETs, we only have one more shot at a fresh IVF cycle. And, despite our insurance coverage, we are still paying a considerable amount of money out of pocket for each cycle. On the flip side, if we do have multiples with any of the above-mentioned issues, we may have a lifetime of out of pocket expenses, like therapies and long-term hospital care.

All that to say, we are leaning towards transferring one. But we have a couple of weeks to let Dr. G. know that we've changed our minds. So please pray for wisdom and discernment for us. And, if you have any advice, please feel free to share!!!

hvd, hbd, and omg

Two years ago today, we started injections for our IVF cycle. Most romantic Valentine's Day ever. Mr. T. was telling one of our friends about how nervous he was injecting me the first time, and how I was yelling at him to just stick it in....and [OMG, I'm totally cracking up here by myself like a maniac] the whole conversation got all awkward because it just sounded...you know. HAHAHA!

Today...I took my last birth control pill, and that means we are officially off and running. I'm a little worried about my blase attitude toward this whole cycle. When I went in for my mock embryo transfer last Friday, the nurse asked me when my last AF started, and I couldn't remember and had to consult my calendar...which is such a change from two years ago, when I had every.single.freaking.detail.and.date emblazened in my mind. She laughed and said it's pretty common when the patient has a little one at home to care for...so...yeah, I'll chalk it up to that. She also said it's nice to have patients who are relaxed.

Well, lady...we'll talk again after we have these hormones injected and raging inside of me. :)

Anyhoodles...today, I get to celebrate Valentine's with my amazing husband, my answer-from-Heaven son, my lovely sister, and some dear friends. No flowers or chocolates (okay, maybe some Knock-You-Naked-Brownies a la Pioneer Woman that I made yesterday...not that I'm expecting to knock anyone naked...errrr...ummm...), just some good old quality time with some of my fave peeps in the world.

I'd also be remiss if I didn't wish my good-ol' home state of Arizona a happy 100th birthday! I know AZ has gotten a bad rap over some political stuff in the past, but it is a really lovely state with some very lovely people. We Arizonans love our state so much we even have an Arizona history unit every year in grade school. My favorite AZ history project ever was the relief map we made out of clay and got to paint in 2nd grade. But...I digress. And digress fantastically I did. :)

Anyway, HBD, Arizona, and a HVD to you all!

one step closer!

I'm not sure if I posted about this before...but as much as I love Shady Grove, I've been less than impressed with our financial counselor, both in our cycle with G and now in this FET cycle. Long story short, we are super fortunate to get some of our costs covered via insurance, but it is an HMO, and they require pre-authorization before we can proceed. I had called our financial counselor, whom we shall call Voldemort for the purposes of story-telling, back in November to make sure all our ducks were in a row this cycle, but she "forgot" to tell me that they needed new day 3 bloodwork first.

I'm going to be nice and give her the benefit of the doubt. But if I'm being totally honest with you, I think Voldemort forgot to contact them at all.

So, when I called a couple weeks ago, I was in straight-up panic mode because I thought we wouldn't be able to cycle right away. Fortunately, no thanks to Voldemort, my nurse was able to talk me down from the ledge and assure me that we could get the bloodwork and try to get everything approved in time for the procedures.

And we did it! I called the insurance company today because I totally do not trust Voldemort need to be an advocate for my own health care issues and it's all been approved. Hip hip hooray! Praise the Lord!

Of course, I called Voldemort just to make sure we're good to go, but she snapped at told me that there would be no way for her to know until Friday. In my humble opinion, people who deal with infertility patients should not be so rude. Actually, let me amend that...why do people have to be rude when they work in a service-oriented job? Or any job? Fortunately...I'm too happy and excited to let her get me down. But if we ever cycle again at SG, I'm requesting a new financial counselor!!!

We're getting closer!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!

hang on, babies...

We're comin'!!! And we're going to bring you home for good on March 6.

That's right, aunties and uncles...my itty bitty embabies are coming home in 5 1/2 weeks!!!

Until then, I'm asking them to chill out. Har  har.

So yeah. This is all very public. It's a little new to me, because I had this blog password protected in our cycle for G, so while it wasn't completely private, it wasn't entirely public either. As in...I have no idea who is reading this blog. And I have no idea who knows me in real life is reading this blog.

Out yourselves, please! Haha...just kidding (sort of)....(sort of just kidding about the just kidding)...uh...yeah.

Anyway, I've been going back and forth about making these posts private until after the cycle (including the beta, i.e. official pregnancy test) or even maybe the first trimester (if we're so lucky to be pregnant again) or just not posting at all.

Because this is all just out there.

And that is a little freaky.

Because, you guys, I could not be pregnant at the end of all this, and you're going to have to witness the train-wreck of emotions that might emerge.

Or...you guys...I could actually be pregnant at the end of all this, and I'm going to have to sit on pins and needles praying that I don't miscarry (publicly, anyway) and trusting in the goodness of your hearts to not spill the beans to my employer before I do. Or out me in front of people thinking that it's public public. Or out me on Facebook. (Oh....Facebook.)

But...and this is a major but...you all have been walking with me. And I lurve you all for supporting and praying for me. And I need your support and prayers. If this journey has taught us anything, it is that we are so blessed with a great community. And we. need. you.

We need you to pray with us, to cheer us on, to cry with us, and rejoice with us.

So...can I just ask you a favor? If you know me in real life or on Facebook...could you just send me a private email or call me on the phone if you want to know what's going on or talk about it all, and not out me before I'm *ready*? I mean, if you want to stalk in silence, I'm ok with that, but please just don't talk about me without me. :)

Thanks.

I love you all. A lot.

Yay!

waiting rooms

It was so unreal to sit in our RE's waiting room this morning. Again. For the first time in almost two years.

One unspoken rule of waiting in an RE's office (at least in the DC area) is you shouldn't look around. Avert eye-contact. Look at your phone, the TV, a magazine, your feet. But don't look at the people in the waiting room.

Because it's really hard to be sitting in there.

You want to be invisible.

You don't want anyone to know you're there.

Because, even though you know that everyone else there is there for the same reason, it can be sad, humiliating, shameful, lonely, isolating, and, did I mention?, sad to be sitting there.

Just waiting.

Waiting for people to poke and prod you. Waiting for your hormone levels to be perfect, and your follicles to grow nice and big. Waiting to get a phone call from your nurse saying, "Congratulations! You're pregnant!"

Waiting for the waiting to be over. Finally. Already.

This morning, though, I wanted to go and hug each and every one of the women waiting with me. I couldn't help but look around and feel sad with them. Some of them were keeping busy with phones and magazines. Others were looking at their hands at their hands. Others, lost in thought, and staring off into the distance. I didn't pity them. No, I just felt sad. Because I know how hard it is. Fortunately, for me, in many ways, that is has become a was. Because I now know that, had I not gone through that painful time of waiting, I wouldn't know the joy of being G's momma. And what an absolute JOY it is!

But...let's face the facts: I am back in the waiting room. And that is is still an is in other ways. Because it is hard not knowing if our family is complete. And it is hard wondering if G will have a forever friend in a sibling on earth or will have to (or, would that be a "get to"?) be my only earthly baby. And it is hard, thinking about those very painful, dark days when we were in the throes of our infertility battle.

I couldn't help but notice this morning how remarkably different that waiting looked to me this morning, two years, and some beautiful babies later. Not necessarily less sad; but more hopeful. And I guess that's where my heart is today. The sad: it's not gone. I don't think it ever will be. But I'm okay with that; the sad made me a better person in the end.

Because it taught me that Jesus redeems our pain.

Not through a baby.

Not through happy thoughts.

And, sometimes, not for a long time.

But He does, in His own, beautiful, mysterious way. He redeems it. He is continuing to redeem it. And He takes that sad thread, weaves it with a thread of hope, and continues to make a beautiful masterpiece of my life.

So here it is. The waiting room. Except this time, I'm trying hard to not wait on my own desires, but truly wait on the Lord.

I'm ready I think, I pray, I hope Lord. I'm ready to wait again. With great hope. In You.

game on

That's right, infertility. I'm looking at you. Right. at. you.

AF made her grand appearance last night.

Which means we are on CD2...and in about 6 weeks, I'm bringing my totsicles home, where they belong! And then, we may have a baby Ro #3 (and maybe #4!!!) on the way in SIX WEEKS?!?!?!?! But even if we don't, even if He decides our family is complete...we praise God for our sweet little G-man, and our Eli, Mun and Hoon, in heaven. They have filled my heart with so much love (and a longing for Heaven) and we feel. so. freaking. blessed.

But our embies await. Knowing G makes me want to say, "Get in mah belleh!" (actually, the correct phrase would be "Get in mah uterus!" but you get the idea) right away...because I can't stand the idea of my embabies somewhere else but home. Either in my home, or in our eternal Home.

Don't mistake this post as hedging. Or unbelief. Or a lack of faith. I believe God can do anything! He is a God of miracles. But that miracle could be baby #3/4 OR it could be a peace in my heart that surpasses all understanding, even when the devil plays dirty and tries to kick me hard in the gut. Trust me. That peace is a miracle.

So....game on, infertility. I'm officially TTC again. And nothing....NOTHING....can stand in the way of what God wants to accomplish in my heart. Or in my family. You've got nothing on us!

thanks for the memories...

Actually, I wanted to title this post "thanks for the mammories" but didn't want to scare you off just from the title. ;) But, in case you haven't guessed yet, Operation Wean is officially complete! Not without tears and tantrums and meltdowns (from momma and baby), but we did it! And G is officially off bottles and breast, and onto big boy whole milk sippy cups. The morning feed was always our most important feed, so it was the last to drop, and today was the first time I didn't nurse him at all.

There was weeping and gnashing of teeth, for sure, but Appah came to the rescue with a sippy cup of milk in hand (I love that guy) and G took it and drank it like the big boy he is now. I couldn't help but feel a little sad, but I think I felt more proud at that moment. As G lay in the crook of my arm, and I patted him, I said over and over, "Good job, guy! What a big boy!" and I felt so thankful for 13 wonderful (and sometimes not so wonderful) months of nursing. It started out pretty rough, and I didn't know if I would even make it through two months of breastfeeding...then I said I wanted to make it through maternity leave, then 6 months, then I went through a frantic period of emotions as I tried to decide whether or not to wean early to get started on our FET, and then decided to relax and give G a year of breastmilk.

Wow -- what a year! And what an experience! A beautiful experience. PLEASE LET ME BE CLEAR: It's definitely not one of those things you need to bond with your child; but I'm so glad I got to share it with G. We tackled our first mountain and totally enjoyed the journey...eventually, at least. And we got through the rough valley of trying to wean. And now, we go onto bigger challenges and mountains as we find new ways to bond as momma and son.

In addition to his big boy sippy cup stage, he's also now in the 1s room at his daycare, and he's adapted like a champ. I was a little worried because he had THE BEST teachers in the whole wide world in his infant room, and his BFF had a rough transition to 1s a month ago, but when I went to pick him up yesterday, he was all smiles, dances, and cuddles. I'm so thankful for his easy-going personality.

He's also becoming quite the walker! He started taking steps about 3 weeks ago, and now he's getting steadier...a short video of this new feat:

Yah...he pretty much melts my heart with that smile whenever he falls into my arms after a walk. And then we clap and cheer for him. *We* being me, Appah, and G. The boy is such a ham!

I guess you might be wondering what the dealio is on the FET front. Let's just say that we're praying that the fall of 2012 will bring us a new bundle or two of joy. :) More to come...but in the meantime, please pray for AF to come soon, and for her to come back again soon thereafter so we can get this show on the road!