Specifically, as of today: 19w3d.
This is the farthest we’ve made it in a pregnancy since The Four-Why-Oh was gestatin’.
Which should bring me a lot of comfort. Excitement even.
And in some ways, it does.
But for the most part, . . . → Read More: What Multiple Losses Do
This is a hard post to write. Maybe the hardest I’ve ever attempted. Which, considering the not-easy topics I’ve written about before–blighted ovum, infertility, cancer, miscarriages, death of a parent–that this post would feel the hardest bears a touch of irony, I guess.
And I’ve attempted to write it no less . . . → Read More: Considering It: Between the Wilderness and a Promise
Shaaaaaeeeeeeeeeesh, October. She’s always a doozy around here.
October 2012 was no exception.
Mostly because, very unexpectedly, this:
(***WAIT. STOP RIGHT THERE. Before you get all woooo-hooooey, let me just caution you that this isn’t a post about a pregnancy, but a post (oh, sweet Heaven, yes another one) about a miscarriage. Okay, if . . . → Read More: Considering It: My Heart Will Choose to Say
“QUICK!” Ha! Who’m I kidding?
And “really important”—wooooooo, that’s a chuckler, too.
I’m supposed to be working on year-end bookkeeping and reports and tallying and blah-blah-blah. But it’s been so long since you and I had a chat. And if I get the bookkeeping and reporting and tallying done . . . → Read More: QUICK! Sixteen Really Important Things from 2012 That I Forgot to Share
Either it’s been slowing settling in for me or I’ve just become increasingly ready to admit it:
In an variety of ways, I’ve been on pause since about December 4, 2009.
That day, December 4, 2009, was the day on which the forward progression of my idea of our . . . → Read More: Unpausing
After posting this morning, I realized that I’ve neglected to tell you the joke about the girl who lost her father while she’s in the middle of an estrogen-pill-popping protocol as part of readying herself for another embryo transfer. Which is just as well on account of: no punchline. On account of: . . . → Read More: We, Appropriately Inappropriate (Alligator)
Just over a month has passed since . . . well, since.
We’ve handled it well, I think.
I’ve handled it well, I think.
There was some tearfulness earlier on, around the post-pregnancy hormone-dump mark.
There always is.
We’d never told our Sophie . . . → Read More: This She, That She, We
Saturday night we met up with a large group of friends for a food and game night. During one round of “The Newlywed Game” the following question was asked of the husbands: “What does your wife have too many of?”
Most of the husbands answered ‘shoes’ or ‘clothes’ but one gave . . . → Read More: Considering It: The Togetherness In Which We Are Held
Sometimes I feel like I owe you a couple days of processing before I resume telling a story. So that I tell it in the right way, whatever way that is.
Sometimes I feel like I owe me a couple days of processing before I resume telling a story. For the . . . → Read More: Considering It: The Part Where We Begin Walking
A few nights ago, The Child and I loaded into our car to head home from church. Before pulling away from the curb, I scrolled through the missed messages and emails that had accumulated on my phone while it had been silenced. Growing impatient and bored with my reading (and being anxious to . . . → Read More: Considering It: Sing About the Wheels