A sort of birthday?

Four years ago today I went in to the fertility clinic for a brief and extremely unpleasant procedure, and a few hours later the doctor called to tell me they’d been able to create five embryos from my eggs. Two of those embyros didn’t make it. Another two are still in a freezer somewhere. The fifth? The fifth embryo is currently running around yelling about Pokemon and pretending to be a dinosaur. Happy fourth anniversary of existence, bean.