It can't be Four...Except that it's Four.

April 3, 2015 darling hubs and I are sitting in the waiting room at the docs office, waiting for the ultrasound tech. Our conversation sounds like the hundred we've had over the previous ten days. "It can't be four, it can't be four, it can't be..."

But it is. As soon as the screen comes alive, we see a prefect cluster of four sacs, and it's obvious that none are empty.

To say we were stunned would be an understatement. There are no words. Quads are a fun novelty to hear about, to read about, to look in from the outside at someone else's life, but this can't be our life. Can't be our story. We have a small three bedroom, one bath house, chosen in part for it's perfect size for us and our beautiful only child. Our small hatchback car is perfect for the much anticipated and longed for only child. It was all too much to process.

Our doctor tells us that the road ends here for her. She will be referring us to a doctor in the practice who deals only with high risk pregnancy. We get an appointment for April 14, 2015 and go home.

Over the next eleven days we try to live in a world which seems to have been tipped on its side. Our new mantra becomes "We can't do this, we can't do this, we can't do..."

And then, I hear a word I've never heard before in this context. Reduction.