Quatro

...or more accurately, Quatra, is here. She arrived a month early, but perfectly healthy. And beautiful. And wonderful. I am still pinching myself. As happy as I was to be a mom to my son, I am doubly happy to be a mom to my son and daughter. Being a minivan-driving stay-at-home mom to the ever so mundane family of four- one boy, one girl (how very June Cleaver!) might sounds like unadulterated hell to some. I am not one of them. I am downright giddy, possibly pathologically so. No, it is not always perfect. In fact, it is never perfect and is sometimes even really rough. But one of the gifts of infertility is that when you have experienced the lowest low, the highs are that much higher and even the ordinary middle ground seems pretty darn good. As for my earlier proclamation that my uterus is closed for business... perhaps a Cinco wouldn't be the worst thing ever? A decision for another day (and for God, since I have long since learned that it's not our decision anyway). Today, I am happy. Truly happy.