So I have a tiny secret. Nothing major, really.
Today is my birthday. My 29th birthday. No big deal, right?
Well, according to my "plan", I was going to be done having kids by the time I turned 30. I got married when I was 18, and planned to have 4 kids in 12 years. Totally doable, right? (*sigh)
So, now I have exactly 365 days to pop out 3 more kids.
Should make the decision of how many embryos to transfer easy, huh? (insert eye-roll here.)
Why is it so hard to let go of "what could have/should have been"?
Excuse me while I go gorge myself with cake.