I received the most amazing and unexpected gift today. My sister-in-law came over to “look at the new tile.” She asked me about the appointment with the Maternal Fetal Specialist and we talked about that for a few minutes. Then, out of the blue she offered to carry a child for me if I should have another sad, bad thing happen with this next try. I was so flabbergasted that I’m not sure I reacted sufficiently grateful. All I could do was sort of hem and haw my thanks. Before I could collect my thoughts, Mom drove up. I’ll need to write her an email. I always knew she had a giving heart but now, I take back every mean thing I ever said or thought about her. Or most of them anyway. 🙂
Every cell in my heart hopes it doesn’t come to that. I would rather the FET just not take. Still unsure about surviving another sad, bad thing.
I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but I’ve made an effort to keep negativity off the blog recently and I truthfully have been on quite an emotional upswing the past couple weeks. But now I seem to be heading toward a downturn. Why? Could be no reason at all. These things seem to turn on me like lightning with no provocation at all. It could be because I got that damn sample pack of formula in the mail and it took my breath away but I managed it ok. As I filled my medicine caddy yesterday, I realized I was out of antidepressants. By the time I got the refill, it was late in the day and I decided to just skip it. By evening, I was crashing. I don’t know if it was missing a dose or just “where I am” but again I’m wondering why, why, why my little baby had to die. Wondering about the path of my life. Wondering why trying for my second child isn’t enough motivation to eat right and exercise. Etc, etc, etc. I’m fighting the same old bad, sad crap, ding, ding, round 558. It’s better today but I’m really wondering about my capability of being off this medication.
Oh and that other pregnant teacher is on FB complaining that she’s “totally over” being “preggo”.
How I wish with all that I am that I was still preggo.
I would have been 38 weeks pregnant this week and cannot stop thinking about what it might have been like to still have my Sweet Pea kicking inside me. We would have had a shower by now. the nursery would have been decorated by now with Mom’s help. She probably would have OVER decorated it. We might have had quarrels about it. I’d be on maternity leave by now. Maybe I’d be having contractions right now. Or he might even be born and home in my arms this very moment.
Oh I miss him so much. With body, soul, heart, mind. No gut wrenching cry or words I write here can express how much I miss my son.
Picture of the Day:
Dad and I grouted the new kitchen tile.
He came over this evening to adjust some shelves in the new cabinets and kept hanging around like he was wanting to say something but never did. I wish I had offered a penny for his thoughts.