While we were hoping for one girl, instead we got two boys. My initial reaction was full of disappointment, anger, fear, and guilt. My wife, who had been dreading the possibility of twins for weeks, took it worse.
Isn't it ironic that as we age, for many women, getting pregnant transforms from being our greatest fear into our most burning desire? Having a baby seems like the easiest thing in the world... Until you really, really want it and find that you can't.
While selecting the method of expanding one's family is a personal and sensitive matter, the relative affordability of alternative reproductive technology -- due to the recent strides in creativity -- gives the adoption process a run for its money.
In my opinion, there's always been an expectation that because of biological determination, women are naturally supposed to forgo some of their own dream and ambitions for the sake of childrearing because the ol' clock is ticking.
As things begin to normalize in the Northeast and we begin to reassemble our lives, here's the realization that I came to: life happens. Life is going to turn out how it does. It's who I'm being that makes the difference.