Hindsight is always 20/20.

I've had numerous people ask if I'd start writing a blog. I've also had people ask if we'll try and get a show on TLC. Given the choices, I'll opt for the blog and try to keep the gawking to a minimum. After all, we aren't a freak show.

I titled this post "Hindsight is always 20/20" because I thought it may have been better to have started blogging at the beginning of our journey through IVF (In Vitro Fertilization). After some thought though, I came to realize that you likely wouldn't want a daily dose of how extremely hormonal (IE psychotic) I was, or just how much I hated being poked with needles. You also didn't want to hear the occasional indignant rants I'd have about my sincere displeasure with...well...everything. Having to endure the modern fertility torture known as assisted reproductive technology made no sense. My first two children came so easily. And for that, I was bitter.

So, after all of the hormonal fits of rage, and after the hundreds of needles I have endured (and my husband has enjoyed giving, I'm sure) we are here. Located squarely within the point of no return, pregnant with FOUR beautiful babies.

Yes, four.

Weston and I had already had one failed IVF attempt. Our second, which began in the middle of December ended with a positive beta pregnancy test on February 5th. That afternoon, we found out that our beta level was a whopping 1594. To give you an idea, the average beta level for a pregnant woman at the same stage I was at was a mere 288. Needless to say, we immediately thought multiples.

The following week, while Weston was away I had my first ultrasound. There, the ultrasound tech found three embryos, comfortably attached and growing. Her last comment was "Well, you know, we could always find one more!" I had expected that at least two of the four of our transferred embryos would make it. Weston had always said three. Neither one of us believed that anything more was possible. We were only given a 65% chance of having a singleton...Becoming pregnant with three would be virtually unheard of. Becoming Pregnant with four would be downright miraculous.

After a week, we finally wrapped our heads around the news and gradually eased in to the fact that we would be the parents to FIVE children. Jake and Owen from my first marriage, and the three new little beans hanging out in-utero. With the excitement starting to build, I practically skipped to my second ultrasound yesterday anxious to see the babies, and their heartbeats.

Once again, Weston was away and I was off to the appointment solo. My only thoughts were "make sure I get pictures to show West when he gets home" and "please let them all have heartbeats." As I laid on that table with the nurse pointing out our babies (and their heartbeats!) I could feel all of the nervousness and apprehension about our capabilities just melt away. And it was at that point the same nurse who showed me our three babies the week before say "well, this week....we have a fourth."

I'd like to say my reply was thoughtful and sincere. It wasn't. I believe my words were "Holy crap, are you serious?!"

Of course Weston's reaction was my first concern. Why, I have no idea. His motto is always"the more the merrier." I got the pictures from the nurse, and gazed at our four tiny babies once more. Then I picked my jaw up off the floor, wiped the tears from my face and marched out of there as quickly as possible to call my husband. After I made sure he was sitting down I told him the news. He was ecstatic.

It's not that I'm not thrilled to have such blessings, because I am. But I am not allowing myself to get excited just yet. We just don't know what's going to happen or how this will all turn out. It really is just too early to tell anything. So for now, my focus is on keeping the babies safe as best as we can and on continuing to give Jake and Owen a normal life no matter how tired or cranky or sick I am.

With that introduction, I welcome you to follow our footsteps as we walk (let's be honest, I'll be waddling) down the road to multiples. The more the merrier :)