Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Rainy day

Today was a school day for the little man (who recently turned FOUR....catch up on the next post!) - and as I was headed to pick him up it started POURING rain which is when I sadly realized that I had left our Georgia outside, poor pooch!
So we headed right home and although adam and I had big plans to work on our garden today after school - no such luck.  So I set him up on my computer so he could play his "games" as he calls them ( and easy stuff for kids).
I looked at this child sitting in my big ole chair at my desk and he looked so tiny.  Way too small to actually know how to use a mouse and play computer games by himself...and yet, there he is, happy as can be and doing it all on his own.   It's no wonder he knows how to use the ipod better then I do!

Thursday, April 05, 2012

Meant to be

How do I even start this post?  I debated saying anything at all on here - but this is about my life right?  Gotta take the good with the bad...

Fact is, hubs and I recently became members of a club we never wanted to join.  A club with MANY members.  We are no exception.  There are no rules. 

We got a positive pregnancy test 4 days after our tenth wedding anniversary at the end of January. We were so excited, we took test after test and proceeded to tell the whole family...our coworkers, our close friends...our son who loved to talk about being a "big brother".

But at 10 weeks, we had to say goodbye.  It was alot harder then I expected.  Both emotionally and physically.

For a little while we got to think about holding a tiny new little version of us

For a little while I ate ice cold fruit like a maniac just like I did when I was pregnant with adam

For a little while we got to walk past the ultrasound pictures and smile

For a little while we tossed around baby names (and vetoed most of each others picks)

For a little while Adam would talk about his baby brother CONVINCED it was a boy and tell me all the things we needed, like a car seat...and "he'll sleep in my bed with me!"...

For a little while I was exhausted and found myself dozing on the couch in the middle of the afternoon while Adam watched tv

For a little while I was thrilled not to have any morning sickness and thought Adam was probably right about it being a boy

For a little while, I felt very fragile and precarious about being pregnant....and then had an ultrasound and found a silent, motionless screen where there used to be a promising little flutter.

Call it a mother's intuition.  I just knew.

For a little while I couldn't decide whether to let it happen naturally or get a D & C...but then my body decided for me and I canceled my appointment

In hindsight...I wish I'd gotten the D & C after all because THAT was an awful experience. 

For a little while we were pregnant...and now we're not.

We are sad.  For many reasons.  Mostly the thought of what could have been.

I cry every time Adam talks about the baby that "went away".  He asks questions why, and I have to honestly say "I don't know".  He says he really wanted a baby brother and he is sad too.

Damn that hurts.

October 20th is going to be a date I will remember due date.  I'm not sure why, but I just know that 30 years from now, I will still remember that date.

The stories that have poured out of friends and the realization of just how many women have been through this.  They all remember.

Women are so strong.  

There is no way around it - the whole thing just sucks.   I know there are bigger reasons, and it was meant to be, etc, etc, etc....

It still sucks.

So we buck up and we put the ultrasound pictures away and we repack the maternity clothes and the baby name book, and we go to work and go about our daily tasks and we keep busy and we move on.

And now I want a margarita...or two...or five.