Months ago, when we had our first ultrasound we were given a little envelope with “Baby’s First Picture” printed across the front. Inside were several blurry images of our baby’s feet and a profile that closely resembled a monkey. For almost everyone I am sure that this is, indeed, the first picture they receive of their baby. But, for us, our very first picture of our baby was an image of a five-day-old embryo that had been selected as the “best” among its twenty-four siblings. Because of a ruptured appendix that was left untreated for five days when I was a small child, I knew that I would not be able to make a baby the good old-fashioned way. Instead, our little one would be the result of some seriously, mind-blowingly crazy science. Becoming a mother was a long, and often very painful, process and it’s taken a long time for this baby to seem real to me. I have so much to say about the tears and doctors and feelings and injections and gratitude and friends that got us to where we are today, but it seems like too much to write about all at once. So, for now, I’ll just share this… our baby’s first picture.