Today I'm the featured blogger over at Theta Mom Community. I'm sure many of you know who Theta Mom is. And if you don't...what are you waiting for?
Heather, the woman behind TMC, is Amazing. No, that's not a typo ...she is Amazing, with a capital A. Not only is Heather one of the sweetest and friendliest bloggers out there, she started TMC as a way to encourage other bloggers to mix and mingle.
Welcome to any newbies stopping by via TMC...so glad you took the time to visit! Let me give you a little bit of background...for those of you who read my blog regularly, stop rolling your eyes. Stick around...maybe I'll surprise you with a juicy secret that I've never shared before.
Almost 15 years ago, I met my husband, Tim, on a blind date. This was before the days of internet dating...oh wow, I totally just dated myself. My kids once asked me if I ever had a dinosaur as a pet when I was their age. I'm not THAT old, for crying out loud. I tried hard not to be offended.
We dated for 7 long, eventful years...many ups and downs, with him hemming and hawing over whether or not he could handle the commitment of marriage. And just as my uterus and ovaries were ready to pack their bags and head down to Boca Raton with plans to retire, he popped the question.
Here we are on our wedding day...
So, while my uterus was overjoyed at the prospect of a new houseguest or two, my ovaries, however, found the idea of retirement too alluring to pass up. I tried coaxing them out of their journey of solitude with a little bit of Clomid and a whole lot of baby-making sex. No such luck....
By this point, I was done with being cordial...it was time to get aggressive and my ovaries weren't given any more friendly options. They'd have to cooperate, whether they liked it or not.
We embarked on the adventure of a lifetime or, as some people refer to it, IVF. I was excited...Tim was nervous...our bank account was drained.
I spent a lot of time pushing a bunch of long-ass needles into my belly, as well as my butt cheeks, while Tim anxiously hurried through the ONE thing that was required of him...a couple visits to the Spank Tank.
I tried my best to sympathize with him...I truly did. Offering encouragement, I would say, "I totally understand how difficult this is for you....just do your best. Oh, and make sure you get it all in the cup, okay? Love you".
That last part about "getting it all in the cup" was really just for the nurse's benefit, as she had already given Tim the same warning.
I tried to lighten up the situation by saying, "Hey, do you think maybe the nurses go in to the Spank Tank after hours, armed with those CSI ultra-violet lights to examine the walls for semen spatter...I mean, really...why would they tell you to make sure to get it ALL in the cup. Someone obviously had issues with bad aim."
Poor Tim, right? The last thing he needed was me joking about something so serious. BUT if I learned anything through our struggle with infertility, it was that having a sense of humor was an absolute MUST. You can either cry while enduring it or you can laugh your way through it...I chose to laugh, most of the time anyway.
It took us 3 IVF's, 1 miscarriage and a whole lot of hard-earned money to finally conceive our 1st set of twins, Cole and Bella. They were well worth every minute of it, too.
Our 2nd set of twins, Garrett and Landon, came along when we least expected a miracle of that multitude. After having suffered through 2 more miscarriages and another IVF cycle (a frozen embryo transfer), we had given up the dream of having more children.
But the sun, moon and stars must have been perfectly aligned on THAT one night when Tim's parents offered to babysit Cole and Bella and we went out for dinner, got drunk on wine and engaged in some intimate activities...
...right at the exact same time when my disgruntled ovaries decided to kick out the very last 2 eggs which they had claimed custodial rights over a long long time ago.
And that, my friends, is how we ended up with TWO sets of twins. The title of my blog says it all, right?
Of course, I'm leaving a lot of the little bitty details out for the sake of your brain being able to process all this information...and I'm also leaving out that one deep, dark secret which I might have made reference to in the beginning of this post. I'll reveal it someday...when the time is right.
Now, Cole and Bella are 5 years old and enjoying their first year of school in kindergarten. Garrett and Landon are 3 years old and I'm having the time of my life with them. I hate that time is going by so quickly and that they are all literally growing up before my very eyes. Such is life, though...I've been assured that the teenage years are challenging so I'm savoring their childhood as much as I can now.
Anyway, if you've read this far, I truly appreciate it. Tim says I chatter too much...I'm afraid he may be right.
If you have more time to kill and need a good laugh, feel free to check out some of my favorite posts...
Yeah, that's just a little bit awkward (The most humiliating ultrasound exam EVER)
Memo to the Bosses (A letter I wrote to my kids, with the hopes of renogiating my parental contract)
The whole truth about what men REALLY want in a marital partner (This is where I translate "man talk" for you)
Reverse psychology...would it really work? (Tired of the kids ignoring you when you warn them not to touch the hot stove? Read this!)
For the newbies to my blog, I hope you'll be back again! Make sure to leave a comment so I know you stopped by...and, that way, I can make a visit to your blog to get to know you better too!
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