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Best Gynecologist Obstetricians in Hyderabad – Book Appointment

Book appointment with the best Gynecologist Obstetricians in Hyderabad at e-svastha. Your health is our priority. Schedule now! Subscribe to E-Svastha now

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Best Gynaecologists in Delhi - Book Appointment

Are you looking for the best gynecologist in Delhi? Look no further than Dr. Nalini Gupta. With years of experience and a commitment to women's health, Dr. Gupta is renowned for her expertise in gynecological care. Her compassionate approach and dedication to providing personalized treatment make her a trusted choice for women seeking top-quality healthcare services in Delhi. Whether you need routine check-ups, prenatal care, or specialized treatments, Dr. Nalini Gupta offers comprehensive care to meet your needs and ensure your well-being. Visit the website to learn more and schedule an appointment today.

[ivfspecialistindore]

Exploring the Cost Factors of the IVF Process

In recent years, In Vitro Fertilization (IVF) has become a popular option for couples struggling with infertility. While IVF offers hope for building families, it's essential to understand the cost factors associated with the process. In Indore, where advanced medical facilities are available, accessing IVF treatment in reputable IVF centers is crucial. Let's explore the various factors that contribute to the cost of IVF treatment in Indore and understand why investing in quality care is paramount.

Investing in quality IVF treatment in Indore is essential for maximizing the chances of success and ensuring a positive patient experience. While cost is an important consideration, it's crucial to prioritize factors such as clinic reputation, success rates, patient-centered care, and access to comprehensive support services. By choosing a reputable IVF center in Indore with a track record of success and a commitment to patient care, couples can embark on their IVF journey with confidence, knowing they are in capable hands.

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Dr. Alka IVF: Udaipur's Premier IVF Specialist

Are you on a quest for the best IVF specialist in Udaipur? Look no further because Dr. Alka IVF is here to fulfill your dreams of parenthood. With a reputation that shines brighter than the City of Lakes itself, Dr. Alka IVF is the beacon of hope for couples struggling with infertility. In this article, we will delve into why Dr. Alka IVF is the best IVF consultant in Udaipur, what makes her the best infertility specialist in the city, and why her clinic is considered the best IVF hospital in Udaipur.

The Search for the Best IVF Specialist in Udaipur

The journey to parenthood can be a rollercoaster ride filled with emotional ups and downs. When faced with infertility, finding the right doctor becomes paramount. Udaipur, a city known for its rich cultural heritage and picturesque landscapes, is fortunate to have Dr. Alka IVF as its premier IVF specialist. But what sets her apart?

Why Dr. Alka IVF is the Best IVF Consultant in Udaipur

Dr. Alka IVF's expertise in the field of assisted reproductive technology is unparalleled. With years of experience and a deep commitment to helping couples achieve their dream of having a child, she has rightfully earned the title of the best IVF consultant in Udaipur. Her approach combines cutting-edge technology with personalized care, ensuring that each patient receives the attention they deserve.

When you choose Dr. Alka IVF as your fertility specialist, you're not just another patient; you're a hopeful parent embarking on a life-changing journey. Dr. Alka and her team understand the emotional and physical challenges that come with infertility. They offer unwavering support, answering your questions and concerns with empathy and expertise.

The Best Infertility Specialist in Udaipur

Infertility is a complex issue, and it requires an expert who can navigate its intricacies with finesse. Dr. Alka IVF's success stories are a testament to her prowess as the best infertility specialist in Udaipur. Her comprehensive approach to fertility treatments ensures that no stone is left unturned in your quest to conceive.

Dr. Alka's diagnostic skills are impeccable. She conducts a thorough evaluation to identify the root causes of infertility, crafting personalized treatment plans that address each couple's unique needs. Her dedication to staying updated with the latest advancements in the field ensures that you receive the most effective and innovative treatments available.

Why Dr. Alka IVF's Clinic is the Best IVF Hospital in Udaipur

A world-class IVF specialist needs a world-class facility to match, and that's precisely what you'll find at Dr. Alka IVF's clinic. It's not just a hospital; it's a place where dreams come true. Here's why her clinic is considered the best IVF hospital in Udaipur:

State-of-the-Art Technology: Dr. Alka IVF's clinic is equipped with the latest and most advanced fertility treatment technology. From state-of-the-art laboratories to cutting-edge surgical facilities, every aspect of the clinic is designed to optimize your chances of success.

Experienced Team: Behind every great doctor is a great team, and Dr. Alka's team consists of highly skilled and experienced professionals who share her commitment to excellence. Their collective expertise ensures that you receive the highest standard of care.

Comfort and Privacy: Infertility treatments can be emotionally taxing, and Dr. Alka IVF's clinic understands this. They provide a comfortable and private environment where you can focus on your journey without unnecessary stress.

Success Rates: The success rates at Dr. Alka IVF's clinic speak for themselves. Numerous couples have walked out with the joy of parenthood in their hearts, thanks to the exceptional care and treatments they received here.

In summary, when you're searching for the best IVF specialist in Udaipur, Dr. Alka IVF is the name that should top your list. Her dedication, expertise, and the world-class facility she offers make her the best IVF consultant in Udaipur. When you step into her clinic, you're not just stepping into a hospital; you're stepping into a world of hope, where dreams of parenthood are transformed into reality.

Don't let infertility define your journey. Choose Dr. Alka IVF, and take the first step towards the family you've always dreamed of. Your path to parenthood starts here.

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Dr. Arnab Barma - Infertility Specialist in Kolkata, India - Book Appointment

Experiencing infertility? Let Dr. Arnab Barma, Infertility Specialist in Kolkata at Crysta IVF. With expertise in IVF, IUI, ICSI, and infertility evaluation, he can provide comprehensive care to help you start or grow your family. Contact us now to schedule an appointment.

View Dr. Arnab Barma, Infertility Specialist in Kolkata here.

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Best ICSI Treatment Hospital in Gurgaon | Miracles Fertility & IVF Clinic - Miracles Healthcare

ICSI may be used as part of an IVF treatment. We are best icsi treatment provider in Gurgaon. Call us to know more about other fertility treatments. Book an appointment with the doctor consultation online for the ICSI treatment.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

Our New Beginning

This small mini series is inspired by this anons' request here!

I found this absoloutely adorable to write and I hope that you all like it as well!

pairings: leah williamson x reader

summary: leah and reader have always wanted to start a family and that day finally comes true.

You remember the day that you and your wife first planned to have a baby, just like it was yesterday.

For as long as you and Leah had been together, you had always been certain that you both wanted the same thing, which was to start a family and grow old together.

It was a forseeable dream that you both shared and you both knew it was only a matter of time before it happened.

"So, I was thinking," Your wife began, you were sat in your living room as the crisp autumn air filled the room, both of you sat with your fingers interwined. "I think we're ready," she stated.

"Oh, ready for what?" You couldn't hide the amusment in your voice.

"I think we're ready to start our own little family," Leah said, her eyes bright with anticpation at the thought.

You smiled and felt a surge of excitment mixed with nerves, "It's a big step, but I think so too. I can't imagine doing it with anyone else but you," you told your wife honestly.

Leah leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, "I love you," she whispered, "Lets' do this, let's have a baby," she said.

In the weeks that followed, you and your wife drove headfirst into your preparations for journey towards parenthood. You had both done extensive research on fertility clinics, consulted with doctors and meticulously planned every little detail.

You decided you would be the one to carry, Leahs' football career was at a high right now and you didn't mind putting your career on the backburner to start a family with your wife.

It was clear that you were both just excited as one another, when one day you sneakily caught Leah browsing online for baby clothes.

"Really?" You asked your wife, a hint of amusement in your voice, "We're not even pregnant yet, love" The reminder from you was gentle, at the end of the day, you knew your wife was just looking forward to starting this journey together with you.

And the fact that your wife was a die-hard Arsenal fan, so of course she would be adamant that her own baby would therefore have their own kit, be damned.

"There's no harm in just looking," Leah waved off your tone of voice, "You can't not expect me to not get them one, our baby is going to be a Gooner, following in their mummy's footsteps. Arsenal runs through their blood," she joked with you, playfully.

"What if they don't even like football?" You challenged, amusedly.

Leah gasped and clutched her hand over her heart, "Arsenal will through their blood, whether they like it or not," she declared with a certain determination in her voice.

You couldn't help but chuckle and imagine your future together with your wife, filled with football games and family outings, "They'll be the cutest little Gooner," you replied, pulling Leah into a tight embrace.

Leah's excitement was palpable, already evisioning their little one wearing a tiny Arsenal shirt, "I can't wait to take them to their first match," she exclaimed, her eyes shining with joy.

Finally, the day arrived for you both to undergo the first IVF procedure, nerves fluttered in your stomach as the two of you sat in the waiting room, your wife holding your hand in comfort.

As you both were called into the doctors office, Leah squeezed your hand, her excitement was tinged with her own nervousness, "Whatever happens, we're in this together," she whispered, her voice steady with determination.

"We're in this together," You repeated with the same determination.

You thought the IVF procedure would be the part that you were most worried about, but instead it was the the anxious waiting around for the results, that wait was the longest for sure.

Or at least it felt like it was.

Every single day with the lead up to taking the pregnancy test, the anticipation mounted and your nerves felt like they were never settled.

So many times, so many times you wanted to pick up the test and try it earlier than the recommended 2 weeks after the embryo transfer, it was hard to not do it.

You could say it was the same sort of feelings for your wife, especially when you found her up at all early hours in the morning, pacing back and forth with that small frown planted on her face that you would always teased her about, until the day where you could take the test.

You would always remember that special day, the day that changed both of your worlds' for the better.

Your dream had come true, finally.

"Le, come look at this a minute," You motioned your wife to join you, where you stood in the bathroom with a white stick balanced on the counter, the results clear as day.

2 very bold lines, you were pregnant.

Your wife was quick to bolt up from her seat on the sofa to join you in the bathroom, setting her eyes on the test as she gasped, "We're pregnant?" Leah whispered, tears of joy starting to stream down her cheeks as she stared down at the test in her hands.

"We're pregnant," You repeated, your voice trembling with emotion.

Leah's heart swelled with happiness as she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close, "We did it," she murmered, the tears still flowing down her cheeks.

In that moment, all the planning, all the nerves and the waiting faded away, it was replaced with an overwhelming sense of love and grattitude for your new addition to your little family and you both couldn't wait to welcome your little bundle of joy to the world.

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leahwilliamsonn: So, we've been keeping a little secret to ourselves for a while now, that we'd like to share with all of you. Our dream of starting a family together has finally become real!

We can't wait to meet you, baby Gooner ❤️

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[therealcocoshady]

Hey! Can you please write marshall's reaction when doctor tells him that his wife is pregnant with TRIPLETS and all of them are BOYS?

Boy dad 🩵

A/N : I find it absolutely hilarious that you sent this request right after I mention I had a soft spot for writing Eminem as the ultimate girl dad 😅. You’re challenging me and I like that 👀. Also… I had SO MUCH FUN writing this request. I don’t think I have written anything this fast ! I hope you enjoy it ✨.

CW : Mention of infertility diagnosis - surprise pregnancy - triplet - mention of abortive measures - angst - fluff

I imagine that he’d react differently to all these news, this pregnancy definitely bringing him on some type of emotional rollercoaster.

He absolutely did not expect you to tell him you were pregnant. You’d been together for a while and, early on in the relationship, you’d told him that you had endometriosis, and that the rather advanced stage of the condition affected your fertility. He didn’t mind it one bit, though. He already had daughters and did not necessarily want any more kids. If you had mentioned that being a mom was important to you, he would have done everything in his power to make your dreams come true, whether it was by doing IVF or adopting. But you didn’t. You’d known about the condition for more than a decade and, though it hadn’t been easy at first, you were at peace with the idea of not raising kids. As long as you had the love of your life by your side, you knew you’d be happy. The two of you went on to get married and enjoy life together. For years, you enjoyed marital bliss and a childfree home, his daughters being all grown up and out of the house. Never in a million years did you expect to get pregnant. The absence of period didn’t exactly tip you off, since your cycle had always been very irregular. And you almost laughed in the face of your GP when she suggested you get some bloodwork done and do a pregnancy test. Sure, you’d booked a consultation because of fatigue and nausea, but there was no way in your mind that the symptoms could be pregnancy-related. After all, the doctors had evaluated your chances of conceiving as « slim to none ». The only reason you agreed to the pregnancy test was because the bloodwork prescription also included other things, so you figured your GP would actually find the cause, probably anemia, and prescribe you some supplements.

You nearly fell from your chair when she called you about the result, and you had her confirm several times that there was no confusion, or that it was not a prank. When the call ended, you burst in a fit of nervous laughter, still in disbelief. Your laugh echoed throughout the house, causing Marshall to come to your office. You realized you probably sounded manic and demented when you saw your husband’s concerned expression. « Are you… alright? » he asked with a raised eyebrow. You didn’t even think twice abut breaking the news to him. « The doctor called. She had my results », you said, struggling to form a complete sentence. He looked at you, nervosity creeping up on him. When it came to you, he seemed to have the ability to get paranoid over nothing. And if it had you sounding this insane, he figured bad news weren’t exactly out of the question, especially with how sick you had been in the past few weeks. He kneeled by your side, holding your hand in his. « So… Is there anything wrong? » he asked in a concerned tone. « I’m pregnant, » you cackled, sounding like a hyena. « Fifteen years ago, they said I was infertile. I did three years of therapy after that and now… pregnant », you hysterically guffawed. You had tears streaming on your cheeks and you struggled to catch your breathing, the nervous laughter taking over your body. So much so that you didn’t even register Marshall’s reaction, or lack thereof. But, minutes after you said the word, you slowly realized he’d remained silent. He was still in the same position, staring at you without so much as blinking. For a spare second, you thought he’d turned into a wax statue and you suddenly understood why some people had described his stare as « creepy ». As your mind became clearer and the silence settled, you started freaking out. « Marshall…? » you asked. He slowly started blinking, looking at you as if he were a deer in headlights. « P-pregnant? » he whispered. « You’re… pregnant? ». You gently squeezed your hand and nodded, the news dawning on you in a different way. « I am » you confirmed. « And, uh… eight weeks along, approximately ». He let out a sigh, visibly surprised. Then, he took both of your hands and kissed them profusely.

« But you’re alright? » he asked, and you nodded again. « Fuck, babe, you scared me. I wasn’t sure if you were dying, or demented, or both » he let out with a chuckle. « Nope… Just… Pregnant », you giggled, still in disbelief over the word. « That’s wonderful » he said emotionally, a smile appearing on your face. You looked at him, scanning his face, just to be sure. « You really think so? » you asked. « Because I know it wasn’t planned, and… ». He gently pressed his finger to your lips and shook his head. « It wasn’t. Fuck. It really wasn’t. But if you’re happy about it… Wait. Are you? » he asked carefully. You gave him a nod and a smile. « I am. I just… I can’t believe it ». He cupped your face and smiled at you tenderly. « If you are happy about it, so am I. That’s great news, Y/N. We made a baby » he said. You couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear, happy tears welling in your eyes. « I thought I’d never be a mom » you whispered, waves of emotions crashing over you as you remembered the first time you were told you couldn’t conceive. « Apparently, you thought wrong » he said, happiness radiating on his face. « And I know our baby already has the best mama » he added emotionally, bringing you into a tight, heartfelt embrace.

The following couple of weeks was emotional but happy. The two of you were ecstatic, determined to welcome this baby as the most beautiful blessing ever. You were still sick and exhausted, but the perspective of welcoming a bundle of joy that was the product of your love certainly made it easier to bear, as did your husband’s gentle care. He seemed determined to make your life easier and give you the most beautiful pregnancy experience, constantly dotting on you and spoiling you. You thought he’d given you the princess treatment in your early courting days but apparently, he was able to take it to another level. You didn’t need the numerous bouquets of flowers (in fact, the smell made you nauseous but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that), nor the many presents, but you enjoyed them nonetheless. Most of all, you loved seeing his excitement and devotion for the baby, whom both of you had yet to see.

Both of you felt a sense of childlike excitement, going for the ultrasound appointment. The closest thing you could compare it to was your niece’s first trip to Disneyland, preparing to meet her favorite princesses. You were a little nervous, praying that the baby was healthy. You’d asked Marshall about the gender, and whether he’d rather have a boy or a girl, but both of you were in agreement that, as long as the baby was healthy, it did not matter. « You know, I always thought being a girl dad was what made me so soft, but I know the baby will have me wrapped around their finger, even if they’re a boy » he said. You knew that it was too early to know the gender anyway, but you couldn’t help it. You kept on trying to imagine what that baby would look like. Marshall held your hand in his as the doctor put the probe on your stomach, squeezing tighter as both of you noticed the furrowing of her eyebrows, looking at the screen. « Alright », she said. « It looks like I made a little mistake while interpreting the hormone rate results » she said, turning to you. You turned to Marshall, a sense of nervosity taking over, unsure what the implications were. Did she mean that there was no baby ? Or that there was some health issues? You felt a lump form in your throat, unable to talk. « What mistake? » Marshall nearly barked, nerves taking over his usual politeness. « Well, you see, we usually use the hormone rates to give an estimate, of how far along the pregnancy is » she explained. « However, we tend to assume that it’s a singleton ». Both of you opened wide eyes and you held two fingers up. « Twins? » you asked in a throaty voice. « Triplets » she announced with a smile. « You’re not as far along as I thought. About six weeks. But all three babies are healthy ».

Part of you wanted to sigh in relief, over the news that the pregnancy was healthy but learning that you were carrying not one, not two, but three babies sent both you and Marshall into a spiral. As you drove home, pictures in hand, none of you knew how to feel, and you both remained rather quiet, exchanging banalities, visibly in shock and in need of some time to process. Not so long ago, you were sure you’d never have kids and now, you had to wrap your head around the fact that you were carrying three. In a way, it was a blessing, for sure. But you’d spent so many years envisioning your life without kids of your own that even the perspective of raising one was overwhelming. Multiplying it by three left you speechless and terrified. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to do this. And you weren’t sure how your husband felt either. That would make him a dad to… Six kids. You spent the night in your bed, trying to get some rest and emotional clarity. You took to Google, typing vague and stupid requests such as « pregnant with triplets and freaking out ». You were hoping for some support, some testimonies of parents who had shared your concerns but made it work. Instead, you were met with hundreds of resources about selective fetal reduction procedures. You read a couple of them but, soon enough, you ended up bawling. You couldn’t bring yourself to consider it. You weren’t really churchy or religious by any means, but part of you wanted to believe that life had given you triplets for a reason, and there was no way you would get rid of one of your babies. They were there, and you already loved them so much, even if the perspective of running after three toddlers was nerve-wracking.

When Marshall walked into your shared bedroom and found you crying, he immediately engulfed you into a hug. « Babe, what’s wrong? » he asked softly. « I’m so scared. Three babies is a lot » you hiccuped. « But I don’t want to kill any of them ». He stepped back and looked at you in shock. « Woah, woah, woah. Calm down. Who said we needed to kill babies? » he asked. « I learned that there’s this surgery, that you… I don’t know. Apparently, people do that when they’re carrying too many babies » you tentatively explained in a shaky voice. « I’m freaking out, Marshall. And I know you are, too ». He hummed and nodded, not denying it. « Of course I am » he said gently. « I mean, I wasn’t prepared for a new baby. And now, knowing there’s three of them… It’s a lot. But we can do it. It’ll just take… a lot of logistics. And diapers, I guess. ». His tone was reassuring, though you could tell he was definitely stressed out. « But how are we going to do? With work and all? And do you think we’ll get any sleep at all? » you asked nervously. He shrugged and pressed a kiss to your forehead. « I don’t know » he admitted. « But we’re lucky enough that we can afford anything we need. If you want to quit your job, you can. Or we can get nannies, or a chef, or whatever. Or I can quit my job. But we’ll manage, I know it ». You let out a sigh and let your head roll on his shoulder. « It’s going to change everything » you said. « Yeah, it is. But we’re doing this together. » he replied. « So… You don’t want to get rid of two of them? » you nervously asked. « No. If you think you can’t handle three kids and you want to have that surgery, I’ll support you. But other than that, it’s not up to me to decide. It’s your body and your pregnancy. And whether we have one, three, or seven babies, I will love and support all of you ».

In the months that followed, Marshall continued to dot on you, trying to provide comfort and reassurance, but you could feel each other’s nervousness. This wasn’t help by the reaction to your pregnancy announcement. Your friends and family, though they were happy for you, were not exactly tactful about the huge change the triplets would bring in their life, sometimes making little jokes about Marshall being « too old for this shit ». They also seemed concerned about the impact on his career, though he made it clear that family would remain his priority, as it had been in the past, and that he would put his career on hold if need be. He reiterated the sentiment when you confronted him about it. « You don’t have to do this, you know? I know your career is important to you, and that you had so many plans in mind. The last thing I want is for the pregnancy to ruin it for you » you told him one night. « I know I don’t have to » he assured you. « But you’re my wife. You became my family the day I put a ring on your finger. We vowed to support each other and you held your part of the deal all these years. You supported me in everything. I want to be here for you and our babies. And it wouldn’t be fair to ask you to sacrifice more than you have » he said. You nodded, swallowing dryly. You had felt his tension and nervousness in the past weeks. He remained loving and caring, but you knew he was trying to anticipate everything. «Look, I’ve already talked to Paul. We cleared the schedule for a while. Two months before your due date, and six months after that. Then, we’ll reevaluate. But it’s not just all the career, you know? We’re welcoming three babies, everything is going to change and, some of it is going to be hard, but it’s also going to be happy. I don’t want to miss any milestone. The first time they smile, the crawling, the first steps… I want to be there. So, really, you giving me three amazing, beautiful, healthy kids is not ruining anything ».

As the pregnancy progressed, however, the nervousness remained. The two of you certainly had a few cold sweats when you tried to prepare for the birth, overwhelmed by the amount of baby stuff. Cribs, diapers, bottles, car seats… Everything was to be multiplied by three. In true dad fashion, he decided to buy a new car to accommodate the needs of your growing family, but you could see his frustration. « I think I’ll just end up repurposing a tour bus » he sighed. « The amount of stuff we’ll be driving around is insane ! Have you seen the space we’ll need, just to fit the stroller and diaper bags?! ». The more you tried to prepare, the less joyful it became. The two of you were still happy, determined to welcome the babies and love them, but you were both overwhelmed, especially Marshall. Carrying the babies, feeling them growing inside of you was your main source of comfort and reassurance but, even though your husband was involved, he didn’t have that bond. For him, it still felt distant and logistical. Until the gender reveal.

Prior to learning you were having triplets, the two of you had toyed with the idea of waiting until the birth to find out the gender. But now that the planning was overwhelming, it felt like knowing the gender would make things easier. You also suspected that it might help Marshall feel a little closer to your little ones, since he would be able to at least picture it a little better. However, you opted out of turning it into a huge event. Carrying triplets was exhausting and you were in no mood to be social for a whole afternoon. Instead, you decided to enjoy the moment, just the two of you. The doctor had given you an envelope with the gender of the triplets, which you have to the owner of your favorite bakery. You ended up with a three-layered cake, the color of each layer representing the gender of one baby. « Are you ready? » you asked as you opened the box, revealing an elegant cake, coated in white frosting. « Ready » he said with a smile. « Still no preference for the gender? » you asked teasingly. « I’m hoping for at least one son, » he admitted. « I love being a girl dad, but six daughters and a wife would feel… A little lonely » he chuckled before crouching in front of you and placing a loving kiss on your belly. « But I love y’all anyway » he whispered. You took a deep breath and cut the cake, careful not to look before he could. « I can’t do it! » you said. « I can’t look! You have a look and tell me! ». He chuckled as you closed your eyes. You heard the cluttering of cutlery, followed by a « HOLY SHIT!!! ». You immediately opened your eyes and saw all blue layers inside of the piece of cake on the plate.

Marshall was covering in mouth, in absolute disbelief. « Boys! All boys! » he said. « Looks like your wish came true » you whispered. He took your hands and kissed you lovingly. « You’re going to be a boy mom » he stated with a smile, knowing full-well you’d always said the boy moms were the most annoying of the species. You giggled and pressed your forehead to his. « Hopefully, I don’t become too annoying » you chuckled. « Do whatever you want, I’m definitely going to be an annoying boy dad » he grinned. «After we eat that cake, I’m ordering Lions jerseys for them. And Jordans. Oh my God, I’m having sons ». You watched lovingly as he rambled about how great it would be to introduce them to football, how much fun they’d have bonding over sports. His joy, which had seemed quieted by the logistical concerns, was overwhelming and he was positively beaming. « I’m quitting » he finally said. « You’re what?! » you asked. « Babe, picture this: you give birth to these three, and you do it twice more. Maybe just twins for the last pregnancy. We only need 11 players for the Mathers football team! ». You rolled your eyes at him and patted his chest. « We’ll see how you feel about it after the first night home from the hospital » you said. He rolled his eyes back at you and placed a kiss on your lips. « I can’t wait to meet these guys ».

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Luke & Owen Part 2

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The following days were a blur of medical appointments, consultations, and preparations. The fertility clinic had laid out a detailed plan for the IVF procedure, and with each new step, Luke’s parents grew more excited. They attended every meeting together, holding hands and whispering to each other about baby names and nursery designs. Luke, on the other hand, often felt like he was drifting through the process, present but detached, as though he was watching someone else’s life unfold.

His mother’s emotional fragility also became more apparent as the procedure drew closer. She was still kind and loving, but she was also prone to sudden tears or bouts of nervousness, especially when discussing the baby. Mark remained steady, but Luke could feel the tension simmering beneath the surface. The cracks in their marriage were still there, even if they were temporarily glossed over by the excitement of a new child. He had long been the glue holding them together, and now, with this new life in the picture, he felt that role intensify.

There were moments when Luke would lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he had made a mistake. He had always been proud of the life he had built at college—his independence, his friendships, his freedom. He had thrived there, far away from the weight of home. And now, he was about to make a decision that would change everything. Could he truly separate himself from the baby once it was born? Would his parents’ marriage even survive long enough to make it worthwhile?

Still, he had made his choice. There was no going back now.

The day of the insemination had finally come, and Luke’s emotions churned like a storm just beneath the surface. Despite the sterile clinic environment and the calming words from the nurse, he couldn’t shake the nerves tightening in his chest. His parents had decided not to attend, giving him space, though their absence only added another layer of complexity to the mix. Emma, his younger sister, sat beside him in the waiting room, offering quiet support. Her presence grounded him, but Luke couldn’t help but feel the weight of what was about to happen.

“Thanks for being here,” he murmured, glancing over at Emma.

She squeezed his hand and smiled softly. “Of course. I wouldn’t let you go through this alone.”

The nurse eventually called his name, and Luke stood up on shaky legs. The hallway to the procedure room felt far longer than it actually was, and each step echoed in his mind as the enormity of what he was about to do set in. As they entered the room, the sterile scent of disinfectant filled the air, and the cool, clinical atmosphere only heightened his sense of vulnerability.

The doctor greeted him with calm professionalism, though Luke barely registered the words. His mind was spinning, and the thought of what was about to happen left him feeling both determined and exposed. He had to do this for his family, he reminded himself. But no matter how many times he repeated that thought, it did little to ease the knot in his stomach.

“All right, Luke,” the doctor began, his voice steady and reassuring. “We’ll walk through the process step by step. I’ll need you to get onto the table on all fours to give us the best angle for the embryo transfer. You might feel a little discomfort, but nothing too intense.”

Luke nodded, swallowing thickly as the nurse handed him a thin medical gown. He stepped behind a privacy screen to change, taking off his clothes with trembling fingers. His hands brushed against the familiar, firm muscles of his body—the broad shoulders, solid chest, and powerful thighs that had come from years of rugby training. His glutes were no exception, well-defined and muscular from the countless hours he spent in the gym. That strength had always given him a sense of control, but in this moment, it felt like an illusion. What he was about to offer wasn’t about strength, it was about surrendering—something entirely foreign to him.

The gown felt flimsy against his skin as he tied it behind him, stepping out from behind the screen and feeling more exposed than he ever had before. His heart raced as he approached the examination table, the reality of the situation sinking in. The doctor motioned for him to climb onto the table, and Luke hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath.

This was it.

He placed his hands on the padded surface of the table and slowly climbed onto all fours. The position felt unnatural and vulnerable. Luke arched his back slightly, pushing himself out as instructed. His muscular cheeks, which he had always taken pride in for their strength, now felt exposed and on display. He flexed them instinctively, the firm muscles responding to the position, but it didn’t stop the flood of emotions that washed over him.

He had always imagined being in this position with someone he loved—offering himself in an intimate moment, shared between two people connected by love and desire. But here, it was clinical, detached, and entirely unfamiliar. The thought made his stomach twist in knots, and for a moment, he felt an overwhelming urge to back out. But then he caught sight of Emma standing beside him, her face full of quiet encouragement.

Luke gave a quick, tender caress to his own glutes as if to center himself, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath his fingertips. It was his small moment of preparation, an attempt to mentally brace himself for what was coming. He arched his back a little more, pushing his hips out further, offering himself up in the way the doctor needed.

“You’re doing great,” the doctor said softly, his voice calm and practiced. “Now, you’re going to feel some coolness as I apply the lubricant. Just breathe.”

Luke’s breath caught as he felt the doctor’s gloved hands gently part his muscular cheeks. The sensation was startling, the air against his exposed skin cold and alien. Then came the lubricant—cool and slick against his entrance, making him flinch. He clenched instinctively as the doctor spread the gel with steady, practiced hands, and Luke’s body responded with an involuntary flex. The vulnerability of the moment was almost too much to bear. It felt wrong, offering himself in this way, not out of love or desire, but out of necessity.

“Good, now you’ll feel some pressure as we insert the catheter.”

Luke bit down on his lip as the doctor inserted the catheter, the cold metal feeling foreign inside him. His body tensed as the instrument slid deeper, each inch of intrusion sending strange, unsettling sensations through him. He felt the slickness of the lubricant inside him as the doctor maneuvered the catheter into place, and he instinctively flexed his cheeks again, trying to steady himself.

Emma reached out, resting a hand on his arm. Her touch was warm, and it grounded him, giving him something to focus on other than the clinical procedure unfolding behind him.

“Just a bit more,” the doctor said, and Luke felt the catheter reach its target. There was a strange, cool sensation deep inside as the embryo was placed, and Luke’s breath hitched. This was it—the moment everything would change.

When the catheter was slowly withdrawn, Luke’s body responded again, his cheeks flexing as the instrument slid free. The coolness lingered, a reminder of what had just happened, and Luke clenched his muscles involuntarily as the doctor finished wiping away the excess lubricant.

“You did great,” the doctor said, stepping back. “Now, we just have to wait and see how the embryo takes. The next few days are critical, but you’ve done your part.”

Luke slowly lowered himself off the table, his legs shaky as he stood up. His whole body felt strange, foreign even, after the procedure. Emma was there immediately, offering him a supportive smile.

“Hey, you did it,” she said gently.

Luke nodded, his mind swirling with emotions he couldn’t quite process. He felt empty, vulnerable, and exposed, but at the same time, the enormity of what had just happened weighed on him. He placed a hand over his abdomen, wondering what the next few days would bring.

The days after the insemination were a whirlwind for Luke. The initial waiting period to confirm the pregnancy felt excruciatingly long, even though it was only two weeks. His emotions were all over the place—sometimes he felt excitement at the possibility of helping his parents, but other times, anxiety crept in, reminding him how drastically his life was about to change.

The moment Luke confirmed he was pregnant was both surreal and terrifying. He sat in the sterile office of the campus clinic, staring at the positive result displayed on the screen as the nurse explained the next steps. Her voice faded into the background as Luke’s thoughts raced.

Pregnant.

Luke stared at the result in his hand, his heart pounding in his chest. The faint pink line on the pregnancy test confirmed it—he was pregnant with his parents' child. His hand instinctively drifted to his belly, which still felt flat, though he knew that wouldn’t last long.

At first, it felt surreal. He had known this was the goal, but seeing it confirmed was something else entirely. The words felt heavy, like they had real weight, pressing down on his chest. His mind flashed to his parents. How would they react? Would they be as overjoyed as they had imagined? And what about Emma? What would this mean for their already strained family dynamic?

His parents were overjoyed, especially Julie, who burst into tears when Luke gave her the news. She hugged him so tightly he could barely breathe, but her joy was palpable, and for the first time, Luke felt a strange sense of pride. Yet, there was something else too—a growing unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.

Over the next few weeks, Luke threw himself into his schoolwork, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy. But his body had other ideas. Subtle changes began to make themselves known. His belly, once flat and toned from hours spent working out, started to soften and round out ever so slightly. It was small, barely noticeable under his oversized shirts, but Luke could feel it—a gentle, persistent pressure right below his navel.

Late at night, in the quiet of his dorm room, he would lift his shirt and run his hand over the small swell, feeling the warmth of his skin stretch beneath his fingertips. He wasn’t showing yet, not really, but he could feel the life growing inside him, and it sent a shiver of both excitement and fear through him. It was a strange, almost alien sensation to know that his body—his athletic, well-built body—was changing in ways he couldn’t control.

Luke kept his pregnancy hidden for as long as possible. At school, he wore loose sweaters and jackets, blending into the background during lectures and avoiding situations where anyone might notice. But the thought of his friends finding out weighed heavily on his mind. How would they react when they learned he wasn’t just pregnant, but carrying his own sibling? The thought was enough to make his stomach churn.

By the time Luke reached 12 weeks, the reality of his pregnancy began to truly sink in. His body, once defined by lean muscle from hours at the gym, was starting to change in ways he hadn’t expected. Every night, Luke stood in front of his mirror, lifting his shirt to examine the slight curve of his belly. He ran his hands over the smooth skin, feeling the warmth beneath his fingertips. It was strange, almost surreal, to see his body changing like this. He’d always imagined he might carry a child one day—with a partner he loved, in a different situation—but this was different. The emotional weight of carrying his parents’ child was heavy, and with every glance at his growing belly, that weight felt more real.

Luke had always taken pride in his physique—his toned abs, his strong legs, and especially his muscular glutes, which had been a defining feature of his athletic build. But now, those same muscles were shifting, softening as his body adapted to pregnancy. His hips widened slightly, and his glutes—once firm and defined—grew fuller, thicker and rounder, creating a more pronounced curve when he walked. It was a strange sensation, feeling his body grow in ways he couldn’t control.

To cope with the changes, Luke started using stretch cream, massaging it into his belly, hips, and glutes every night before bed. The cream was cool against his skin, a small comfort as he watched his body expand. But with every application came a deeper understanding of what was happening. He was pregnant. His belly, though still small, would only get bigger. His body was no longer his own.

At 16 weeks, Luke’s belly had grown enough that he could no longer hide it under baggy clothes. The slight swell had turned into a noticeable bump, pressing against his shirts and making it difficult to wear anything that wasn’t oversized. His glutes, too, had grown fuller, their rounded shape drawing attention whenever he walked through campus. Luke felt their eyes on him, though, and every time he walked down the hall, he was hyper-aware of the way his body moved—how his cheeks jiggled ever so slightly with each step, how his belly pressed against the fabric of his shirt when he sat —people noticing the way his body had changed, even if they didn’t yet know why.

Luke knew it was time to tell his friends. The thought made him anxious. How would they react? Would they be supportive? Or would they see him as some sort of oddity—pregnant with his own sibling, of all things?

He gathered his closest friends for coffee, choosing a quiet corner of a café where they wouldn’t be overheard. His heart raced as he sat down, feeling the weight of his belly pressing against his waistband. He shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable, but it was no use. The bump was there, growing by the day, and soon enough, everyone would know.

“I... I need to tell you something,” Luke began, his voice shaky but determined. His friends leaned in, concern etched on their faces. “I’m pregnant.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with significance. For a moment, no one spoke. Then, one of his friends, Sarah, broke the silence.

“Wait... what?” she asked, her eyes wide. “How...?”

“It’s not what you think,” Luke explained quickly, his hands instinctively moving to cradle his belly. “I’m carrying a baby for my parents. It’s... complicated.”

As Luke explained the surrogacy arrangement, his friends listened in stunned silence. He could see the confusion in their eyes, the questions they were too polite to ask. By the time he finished, the room felt tense, awkward.

“Well... wow,” Sarah finally said, her voice soft. “That’s... a lot.”

“Yeah,” Luke agreed, his hands still resting on his belly. “It is.”

Word quickly spread across campus, and before long, Luke found himself the subject of whispers and sideways glances. People stared at his growing belly as he walked through the halls, their eyes lingering on the roundness that was impossible to hide. His glutes, too, had grown larger, the fullness of his cheeks noticeable with every step. It wasn’t long before Luke felt like he was being gawked at, his pregnancy becoming the talk of campus. It wasn’t a comfortable feeling.

Part 3

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'There are wonderful surrogates but the system is also allowing ­others to take advantage.' Says a woman who exploited another woman

Twins? No, but this couple's baby boys were born just five months apart after a terrifying tale that raises grave questions about modern-day surrogacy

Cáhan and Cómhan Kilgannon look to the outside world like they are twins

But pair from County Fermanagh, Northern Ireland were born five  months apart 

Parents Kiara and Stevie conceived naturally just after using a surrogate mother 

By JENNY JOHNSTON FOR THE MAIL ON SUNDAY

PUBLISHED: 17:16 EST, 18 February 2023 | UPDATED: 17:16 EST, 18 February 2023 

Snug in their double buggy, peeking out with matching, adorable blue eyes, Cáhan and Cómhan Kilgannon look for all the world like twins as they enjoy a stroll with parents ­Stevie and Kiara.

'When we are out in shops, people assume they are twins,' says dad Stevie. 'When they were younger and the size difference between them more noticeable, we'd explain that there was actually five months between them.

'But you could see people doing the maths and getting confused.'

Cáhan (it means 'little battler' in Irish) is 15 months old, while his brother Cómhan (meaning 'twin') is ten months. 

And there is a fascinating and heartwarming reason for the age discrepancy. 

Biologically, Cáhan is Kiara's and Stevie's child, conceived through IVF using her egg and his sperm, and born via surrogacy after Kiara had been told she would never carry her own child.

The couple opted for an increasingly common surrogacy route – delighted to find a stranger who effectively offered them her womb. 

Stevie says: 'We explained it to family and friends as 'our bun, her oven'.'

Yet five months into the surrogate's pregnancy, the 'impossible' happened – Kiara became pregnant herself. Entirely naturally. 

'The doctors – we'd been to them all, even an expert in the US – said it simply wasn't possible for me to carry a child,' she explains. 

'When it happened, we couldn't believe our double miracle. The boys will be in the same class at school, so we have years ahead of having to explain why they appear to be twins, but aren't.'

At their home in County Fermanagh, Northern Ireland, this couple's joy is palpable

So too, though, are more com­plicated feelings. It turns out their 'surrogacy journey' was anything but joyful. 

Indeed, they're speaking out today because they want to warn other couples – 'who may be as desperate as we were' – that the whole experience can push you to the edge.

The reality of their situation is that the relationship with their surrogate broke down during her pregnancy. 

They even feared she would abort their child. 

'It was a real worry – later confirmed when she posted on social media that she'd con­sidered a termination,' says Kiara. '

At another stage she threatened to keep our baby if a whole list of requests that had never been mentioned before were not met.'

It sounds as if everything that could go wrong with the surrogacy agreement – 'a piece of paper that is legal but not legally binding', says Stevie – did.

Petty disagreements, mostly about money, escalated to the point where they were consulting lawyers and trying to get mediation.

'In the process, she cut us off, blocked us from messaging her, refused to allow us to go to scans, which she'd previously said we could attend. 

'She told midwives and hospital staff – who deal with surrogacy arrangements all the time, and had been wonderful about making us feel part of it – not to include us.

'In the weeks coming up to the birth, we had moved over to England, where she lives, to be in place for the birth. Yet for that full four weeks we had no contact with her.

'We had no idea if she would even hand him over when he was born. We discovered – the hard way – that biological parents have no rights,' Stevie recalls.'

Kiara – pregnant during the latter stages of this delicate process – was distraught. 

'My pregnancy was deemed high-risk and the ­doctors said I must I avoid stress.

'But I could not have been more stressed. I thought I was going to lose both babies.'

It is very rare for a couple to be in this situation – and also uncommon for a couple who have had a 'successful' surrogacy journey to talk about the pitfalls. 

They can share their story now because, in December, a court granted them a Parental Order, giving them full legal res­ponsibility for Cáhan.

In any surrogacy situation, there is a period of some months when the intended parents are in a legal limbo. 

Although Stevie was even­tually named on Cáhan's initial birth certificate – they had no birth certificate at all for him for several months – Kiara was not, as the surrogate is always the mother, by law, until a Parental Order is granted.

Issues such as who is authorised to make medical decisions can be contentious – but in amicable surrogacy arrangements, these things can be agreed and made workable. 

The frustrations were made all the more difficult with two babies in the mix.

Kiara says: 'It meant we were in this ridiculous situation where I could get treatment for Cómhan, but with Cáhan, Stevie had to do everything.'

It has long been accepted that the law surrounding surrogacy in the UK, which has not been changed in 40 years, needs to be updated, but a much awaited review by the Law Commission has been delayed. 

Meanwhile, the number of couples using surrogates has quadrupled over the past ten years.

Commercial surrogacy is banned in the UK, but surrogates can be paid reasonable expenses, which Stevie and Kiara believe has 'led to commercial surrogacy under the table'. 

Stevie, who works in the justice system, says: 'It would be more transparent to allow commercial surrogacy because, as it stands, there are no rules about what constitutes reasonable expense. We came to feel we were cash cows.

'Our surrogate alerted us to a chipped windscreen on her car, and we paid for a replacement tyre. 

'She charged us £1 for an envelope to send a scan picture and refused to post it until the money was in her account. 

'It all got incredibly petty, but when we asked for documentation for expenses over the agreed figure, she cut contact.

'We discovered surrogates advise each other about how to push their expenses up. 

'One couple even paid for a gardener to mow their sur­rogate's lawn – then learned she had no grass. 

'Surrogates even discuss charging for slimming club memberships, spa treatments, even car valeting after vomiting in the car because of morning sickness.

'This is not about money – we paid our surrogate expenses of about £15,000 but we'd have paid much more from the off if the pro­cess had been fair. 

'Our point is that we felt held to ransom.

'There are wonderful surrogates but the system is also allowing ­others to take advantage.'

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