I figured after yesterday’s meeting of the Colorado Bloggers, I should actually blog.
It’s hard to believe that Friday, Mr. O will be a year old. I don’t know where the time has gone. My little baby has gone from just a squish to a walking babbling little boy with a headful of shockingly orange hair. I wish I could have slowed down time to enjoy each moment, to remember every day and every detail with him. It also makes me want to have another one sooner than later…
As for when that try at a sibling will come? Maybe when we win the lottery? I just hate the fact that expanding our family comes down to a matter of dollars and cents. I also am a little scared. Our last time with a FET ended with a blighted ovum. And I don’t EVER want to repeat that experience from going in excited about an ultrasound to leaving in tears knowing there only is an empty sac. Plus, we only have two frozen healthy non-OI embies. I don’t want to think about having to do the fresh thing again and doing the genetic testing all over again. Uggh.
Did I mention that in October I hit the magic advanced maternal age benchmark too? Or my best friend and neighbor are both due in June with their second babies?
Damn that clock’s ticking.
Most of all though, it is when I see O sitting on the floor reading a book upside down, hearing him laugh at the dog running around, getting his sweet hugs and slobbery kisses, how he loves to play with other kids, hearing my hubby and him talk and play that makes me want to have another one.
But I can’t complain if O is our only. I’ve never been happier.