What Multiple Losses Do

Nineteen weeks.

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

Considering It: My Heart Will Choose to Say

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

The Miscarriage “Me Too” (OS:S in the E-T on the 2/5/12)

Rerun of the 02/05/12 newspaper column today, something differentish tomorrow.

Until then . . . .

I miss you, OtherSuch.

Considering It: The Togetherness In Which We Are Held

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

Considering It: The Part Where We Begin Walking

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

Considering It: The Purposeful Retelling of October

To get to where I’m going, or to at least bring you to where I’m at, I have to back us up to where I’ve been.

October deserves a purposeful retelling, a slower examination of its pieces. The pieces (should you wish to see them in one place) will be collected . . . → Read More: Considering It: The Purposeful Retelling of October

Surly McPissyCrankfulPantsinaTwist

How are you, anyway?

Good.

Me?

Eh. Meh. Bleh.

Feelin’ kinda monosyllabic.

But okay, I guess. Well, I don’t guess. I am okay. Light bluish with a hint of silver lining.

There’s always a silver lining somewhere.

I’ll find . . . → Read More: Surly McPissyCrankfulPantsinaTwist

11dp5dt – Beta – Chemical Pregnancy

So, so, so.

So.

Instead of doubling, my HCG level fell drastically in the opposite direction, from 63 down to 8.

Meaning . . . chemical pregnancy.

Meaning . . .

sigh.

So.

Right now it’s a . . . → Read More: 11dp5dt – Beta – Chemical Pregnancy

Punctuating

Well, I found it.  And I wore it.  To the hospital.  For the ultrasound.  And I was right: it was JUST what that appointment needed.

Just before Christmas I ran into the lady who performed the December 4th ultrasound at the grocery store.  Like, literally (although accidentally) ran my basket into hers.  I recognized her, but not . . . → Read More: Punctuating

Long Hours

Wednesday evening now and it has been a long, long twelve hours since I drug myself out of bed, brushed my teeth, and plugged the property management phone in to charge.

Eleven and one-sixth-ish long hours since that charging phone chirped good-morning-here-are-two-voicemails-I-took-in-lieu-of-ringing-this-morning.

Eleven long hours since I returned the calls to discover a tenant with a spewing . . . → Read More: Long Hours