February 19th, 2013% 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
January 2nd, 2013% 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
February 14th, 2012% Rerun of the 02/05/12 newspaper column today, something differentish tomorrow.
Until then . . . .
I miss you, OtherSuch.
February 1st, 2012% 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
January 19th, 2012% 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
November 2nd, 2011% 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
September 27th, 2011% 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
September 22nd, 2011% 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
January 11th, 2010% 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
January 6th, 2010% 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
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