The Day??

...3...2...1...Blast off!
Not sure, but I think those are the words Ayize muttered to himself as he began his arduous journey on this day!
April 4, 2007, was the EDOC (Estimated Date of Conception) according to my OB-GYN. It's funny but it's a day with so much meaning anyway. It's my parents' anniversary and my brother Jo Jo's birthday. And now I will always remember it for another reason too: the day my body went haywire behind my back (no offense, Baby Boy, believe me when I tell you it's the best thing that ever happened to me, shocking and frightening as it was at the time)!

Of course, at the time, I was completely ignorant of what was happening internally. Externally, though, life was good. My family had just returned from New Zealand. Ayize's father was back in town for almost two months and we were enjoying spending some unbroken time together. The weather was getting warmer and more springlike by the day and I was eagerly anticipating another awesome summer at the dog beach.
Three-decades-plus of medical advice and personal experience had instilled infertility faith in me, and of course, it takes two to tango (and to be prepared for tangoing in advance), but for whatever the reason, Fate stepped in and dealt a wild hand of cards on that day, and although I was ignorant of the game that was playing for almost two months more, the fact was that from this day (give or take a few) forward, my life had irretrievably changed.