A sincere, heartfelt, resounding Thank You for your many kind words. My RE mentioned at the first ultrasound that B's sac was disproportionately smaller than A's, which could be a concern, but that he had seen many successful twin pregnancies even with different sized sacs. I ignored the former part of his comment and focused exclusively on the latter, particularly because in my world, e.g., screw the bad news and give me a *%$& glimmer of hope asshole, hope is all I got going for me on the fertility front. I thought once we saw the heartbeat at 6 something weeks, little B would pull it together and thrive, notwithstanding the stress of having A, the undulating gargantuan fetus, showing off constantly. Alas.
I very much understand that B's problems were more than sibling rivalry, obviously, but I was surprised at how much I wanted, yearned, craved, hoped that they both would make it. Kind of seems silly to type that, considering how much effort has seeded my personal path of procreation, but still. It knocks me out that a little being with a heartbeat that resembled bad reception on an old Magnavox meant so much so quickly with so little effort. We have a pretty mighty capacity for love, wouldn't you say?
All that rambling to say that I'm ok, really. I'm thrilled to have A wriggling and cavorting away. And have to believe, with all my heart, that A will stick around for the long haul. On a lighter, or heavier note depending on how you look at it, I really must shave 1000 calories off my daily diet now (hello, two sausage biscuits and chocolate milk for breakfast, and goodbye).
Thanks again for your kindnesses.