[Sweet_Sunflower29]

That's easy for you to say, but I'd have to give up my life. Not only would I have to be on bed rest at 20 weeks, I wouldn't be able to fly after 15. I was already at eight weeks.

This woman's story elicits zero sympathy from me. It does however, remind me of a slightly similiar situation.

Not long after an 18 y/o co-worker of mine discovered she was pregnant two years ago, I heard that she had was going to abort her baby. I talked with her and pleaded with her to let my husband and I adopt her baby instead of aborting it.

In any event, at nine weeks, her mother took her to the doctor for a check-up and an ultrasound in order to discuss her 'options' and plan her next step from there.

The next evening that I was at work, she grabbed my arm and told me that she had been waiting for me to come in and that had something to show me. Smiling, she handed me her ultrasound picture. It took me a second before I realized that I was looking at what would be the first picture of her identical twin sons, Ethan and Erich. I got to watch her balloon up with babies and listen as her excitement grew right along with her tummy.

I could never explain why, but next to my own children being born, I had never experienced a joy like I did when Christine's babies arrived.

She married the father soon after, their boys turned a year old on June 5, and at 19, she is a wonderful mother.

[fortunecookie]

That's easy for you to say, but I'd have to give up my life. Not only would I have to be on bed rest at 20 weeks, I wouldn't be able to fly after 15. I was already at eight weeks.

It has the same effect on me. Zero sympathy.

Two personal acquaintances come to mind:

A couple in our neighborhood had tried for years to have a second child. Without fertility drugs, the mother conceived triplets. Almost from the start, around 3 months, she started having complications. Despite 5 months of bed rest and the best specialists, only one baby survive. Their younger daughter is a happy 9 yr old, and they love their girls but grieve still over the lost 2.

Several years ago at a previous workplace, my new coworker shared with me her good news, she was pregnant and thrilled about it but afraid to tell her boss. She went on to say that her sister in law, an acquaintance of mine, was pregnant but in turmoil. See, she and her husband had wanted only 2 kids, a boy and a girl, and although they were disappointed that their first was a girl (they really wanted a boy), they had just found out the devastating news that they were having twins. The 'mother' wanted to eliminate the girl twin, only to find the babies were identical twin girls, not a boy and girl, and it would be impossible to eliminate just one, but she could eliminate both, something her husband was opposed to, although he had been coming around to the idea of eliminating just one twin. In the end after much arguing and counselling, they even separated briefly, they had healthy full-term twin girls, now about 9 or 10. I see them every once in a while, and they are always complaining about what burdens the girls are. Oh, yeah, she proudly proclaims how she made her hubby get a vasectomy after the twins so they wouldn't make that mistake again. Nauseating.