Baby blues...

My Mom wrote about some happiness and some sadness on her blog today. The sad part was about me.

I was pregnant, about 8 weeks, and just this week I've had a miscarriage. I am sad and bummed and annoyed and hurting and ticked all at the same time. But mostly I'm sad.

I was due January 30th, and the only thing I was worried about was how was I going to shovel snow off that awfully steep driveway - 8 months pregnant. I was excited to tell my cute sis-in-law, Tierney, who's due just about 2 weeks before I was. Oh well. I was excited that I would have something wonderful to be born in the boring and LONG month of January. Oh well, again.

I have 2 friends who are wanting babies too, and I've told them we are having a race. One friend text ed me "it is ON" That friend is a hoot. She made me laugh right out loud.

When we told the girls we were pregnant, Elasta Girl said: "Does this mean I have to share a room with Roo?" She was sad and said she was going to have to put tape down the middle of the room so her side would stay clean. She was much sadder when I told her that the baby had died.

I had it all planned out. I would have been tired all during the summer, feeling great for back to school shopping and would have gotten my Christmas shopping done early. I would have been HOT during the freezing months, a had "cankle's" (ankles that look like calf's) hidden by jeans. But now I have another plan.



A baby for May?


It's ON!