Where to Begin?

I guess the beginning is a good way to start but to seems like such a looong, drawn out story so I think I'll start somewhere in the in-between.

I interviewed Cymbal for an IT support role sometime in mid 2000, right before the Sydney Olympics. He was wearing a maroon v-neck sweater. He was a perfect fit for the role, really smart, right quals & really funny...a perfect team-fit for Helpdesk. However, my friend & trusted colleague insisted that we could "absolutely not hire this guy" because "who wears a maroon v-neck sweater?!". I did not take her advice & my manager & I agreed that he should come work with us.
He was married.
I was not.

Now Cymbal & I have been together for 10 years, married for 3 years. But the end of his marriage did not have anything to do with 'us'. I will always believe that I almost considered him a eunich until he & his wife split up. We worked well together for sure but I never thought of him as a man until he was available.

 And then he was available...and he was HOT!!!

So we got together, we moved in together, we had every other weekend with his 2 wonderful kids together, we took the kids to Fiji for 10 days.

 

Then we tried to make a baby.

But when your partner has had a vasectomy 8 years prior, it almost makes it impossible to get pregnant. So we save $6000 & get a vasectomy reversal...a 'vaso-vasectomy' (stupid name if you ask me).

And it worked, but without having to go into a complicated medical explanation (of which I am not capable), let's just say his 'Guys' could no longer swim.

So we saved (& borrowed) another $6000 & went though the hideous & emotionally disturbing process of ICSI (Intracytoplasmic Sperm Injection). Long story short, after the process of growing eggs, having sperm surgically aspirated, eggs fertilized then grown for 5 days, we had 1 single 16-cell embryo left, which was sugically implanted into my uterus...10 months later Narzi was born. 

Let me say that we were lucky. Someone/thing/being had our back during that process cos there is no way we would have been able to go through that thing for very long & the fact that we now have a perfect kid from our last remaining embryo is nothing short of a miracle. I remember the day they implanted that embryo, I told Cymbal that we should take a photo cos "how many parents get to show ther kid what they looked like before they were put inside their Mama?"!

My heart  breaks for women & men who have to experience childlessness, even for a short time. It is all-consuming & mind-f***ing...pardon me, but it is & if you are judging me for my language then you shouldn't pretend to know what I'm talking about.

  

So we got preggers & moved from a nice 2 bedroom apartment close to the City (Sydney, Australia), into a 3 bedroom home with a backyard in the 'burbs in preparation for the birth of our miracle (the sex of whom we did not know until birth).

And then we moved again......halfway across the world....