such perfect timing

My due date was March the third, 2009, so had my world not splintered into a thousand million billion pieces, those two beautiful, perfect, and so very loved and still achingly, painfully and so very, very missed embryos might even be here already.

Adding to my current load of personal angst, is the ACCOUNT that arrived today from the pathology service, reminding me they analysed the contents scraped out of my uterus on August the first, last year, and could I sign here please.

Today.

SIX FUCKING MONTHS LATER.

I don't understand.

Why now, you know?

Why exactly NOW?