My thoughts at the moment are focused on my daughter and son-in-law. They are undergoing fertility treatment via injections right now as a lead up to their fertilized embryos being placed in the womb. The odds of getting pregnant in their case sits at around 40%.
Kerri and James, the hopeful parents-to-be, have had a bit of a struggle since Mother Nature partly bailed out on them. Kerri has polycystic ovaries and James had testicular cancer at a very young twenty-six, resulting in him losing one. The pair of them are otherwise healthy and happy and a sprog (or two!) would be sweet completion. Both have just entered their 30's, been married for 10 years and have been together since they were at high school. What a result it would be having a future little Reading and / or Stennie footie fan as part of their continual story. And I'll be babysitting on a regular basis! They're not babes in your arms for long so commuting from Scotland to London won't pose a problem either! At least one long weekend a month.
Talking of which, I'm traveling to London in April to be with Kek for the IVF processes and huge hugs and such. I'll have my fingers, toes and whatever other body parts that are willing, well and truly crossed! And if they strike it lucky, I'll have the honour of picking out a title for myself. Now, do I look more like a Nana or a Granny? Hmmm. Providing no one uses rhyming slang, I'd probably get away with either.
§ Fingers Crossed §