Finally

CD1 today, finally, at 17dpo.  

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I’m heading out of town this weekend for my good friend E’s twins’ baptism, and am going to be a godmother for one of the twins.  I’m feeling a surprising (to me) lack of angst about this.  E tried for four years to get pregnant, had a miscarriage along the way, and did IVF for these babies.  She’s extremely sensitive to what I’m going through and I couldn’t ask for a better friend. 

The real reason that I think I feel okay – even happy – about this weekend is that I feel included in someone’s baby for once.  So much of infertility is getting left behind.  Being left out of conversations and experiences and all that stuff.  It feels nice to not be left behind in the same way this time.

I wasn’t sure what to give the twin for a gift.  I was raised Catholic and went to a Catholic college, but am not practicing and really had no idea what was expected.  I went to a religious store on Michigan Avenue earlier in the week and out of desperation I decided on what appears to be a gay pride-themed baby rosary:

(I lived in Boy’s Town in Chicago for five years, so anything rainbow looks gay pride to me.)

(Don’t worry, I’m also giving her cash.)