Welcome home, my four little friends. We do hope you enjoy your stay. Here in my womb it’s warm and dark, and just the right amount of squishy. There’s only one radio station, but it’s got all the chart-toppers loved by up-and-coming embryos all over the world, including heartbeat and bowel gurgles, livened up with the occasional enthusiastic (if often off-key) singing, screaming at various ball players, and a healthy smattering of “blue” language.
So come on in, pick a corner, unpack your DNA baggage, and settle in for a nice, long visit.
Your room may seem spacious now, but if you all decide to stick around it could get a bit cramped. So while we do appreciate your patronage and wish you all the best, we would appreciate it if at least two of you decide to try your luck in the great outdoors. Go camping, maybe see some sights. Washington, DC is lovely this time of year.
Feel free to decide amongst yourselves who’s going to stay and who’s going to go. (But if you find one of you is more stubborn and cranky than the others, be sure to encourage that one to check out early.)
Oh, and our lawyers tell us we have to advise you of the following:
If you all decide to stay, we may have to ask one or more of you to leave. Politely, of course, but we will insist.
- the Management
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So we decided to roll the dice. My RE gave us 15% odds of twins, and about 3-5% odds of trips or more. (By the way, I LOVE a doc who will actually give odds when asked.) She says that they can hook us up with the best reduction specialists around, in the unlikely event that it’s necessary, and that there’s only a 1% chance that reduction would cause miscarriage of the rest of the pregnancy.
She calls it aggressive. I call it desperate. But really, what’s the difference? The truth is, I’m happy with our decision. And I’m not sure I would be happy if we hadn’t gone all in.