The car pulled into the driveway last night about 10:15. Miriam and Sophie were sound asleep in the back seat, but their peacefulness at that particular moment stood in stark contrast to both the ride to and from Raleigh. This Christmas was the first time we decided to take the 9-month-old twins for a car ride longer than 30 minutes, and it turned out to be a doozy. It was a screamfest from start to (almost) finish -- I drove as Lisa rode backwards trying to entertain the two little terrorangels.
Jake stayed behind with the neighbors because there's just not room in the little Mazda for everyone. (On our list of things to do this year is find a good used minivan or Forrester so that family outings won't be quite so sardine-like.) This turned out to be wise for many reasons. It's hard to believe that one summer ago we made the long trek to St. Louis with Jake quietly perched in the back while we chatted and listen to music. Now our car rides are a combination of fun and stress, both provided in basketfuls by the two gorgeous ones that came into our lives this year.
Who knew when we started IVF that we'd be part of a whole posse of parents of multiples? All we cared about at the time was just getting pregnant. Now we're pushing ahead with the house expansion, because there's no way two adults and two twins can live peacefully in a 1200 sq. ft. house. Sleep is a rare commodity, and we find ourselves playing the Twin Card to get out of almost every social engagement that comes up.
Of course, there's no way we would trade this for anything in the world, but sometimes I wonder what would have happened if this last round of treatments hadn't worked. Who knows -- maybe we'd be packing for a trip to Russia or Korea or some other crazy place. Whatever we might be doing, I know it'd be a world's difference from our lives right now. Ooops -- gotta run. I think I heard something get smashed.
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