Maybe Baby II

Alert readers may have noticed the reference below to an increased possibility of trying for a second baby.

Every since I made the appointment to see our specialist, I have felt my attitude slowly changing. As the days pass, my feelings about trying again seem to be becoming more positive. I think about having two little kids playing together, squabbling, and doing those sibling things - somehow, two kids seems more like a real family.

I passed our fertility clinic on the bus yesterday. I never liked that place. I always associated it with not wanting to be there, with anxiety, with the occasional stuff-up, and generally with bad news. During my treatment cycles, I increasingly got my Big Dude to make the calls. Somehow, I just didn't like dealing with them. When I brought my Little Dude in to say hello a few weeks after he was born, it felt like some kind of wiping out of bad memories. But still, when I've passed that office, I've kind of flinched a bit.

Yesterday, when I saw that familiar frontage, I felt different. I may even have smiled. Suddenly, they seemed less like somewhere I had to be when I didn't want to than like an ally - someone who might help me to get to where I want to go.

I think the odds of a Little Dude II (or Dudette I) are improving!