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!

Tonsils and some other stuff...

I didn't take another picture, but by noon our snow was completely gone. ( Thank goodness for an east facing house) So Spring is back on.... welcome to Utah, people.


Today, the Ear Nose and Throat guy said that Elasta Girl's tonsils are bigger than golf balls and he can't see her adenoids (cuz of the tonsil largeness) but they are most likely huge too. He showed us on a poster diagram where her adenoids were and about how big they probably were. (no wonder she can't breathe) He asked if I had noticed her breathing through her mouth much. OH MY LANDS. ONLY EVERY DAY. Mouth breathers are one of my buggiest peeves ever. Just ask me. Or hang out with me for 5 minutes. I have suffered in (almost complete) silence with Elasta Girl because, frankly I didn't want to give her a complex. Or be mean.

Her surgery is scheduled for Thursday March, 26th. I KNOW. A month away, I was almost a bummed about it as Elasta Girl. ( I think she was hoping for Monday) She will miss 7 days of school and as soon as she is ready to go back... Spring break will start. She won't actually go back to school until April 12th. Oh, I hope we survive the break.

As for those sad pictures of the girls from the last post: Elasta girl wasn't as sad that morning as she was tired. Although, she is always a bit sad when I wake her up for school. She was actually rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and not so much crying.

Roo WAS sad. She was sad that morning because I told her she couldn't have OREO's for breakfast. I know, I know. I'm so MEAN. So there you have it. One tired and one sad. It makes for a delightful morning.

Silly Ru....and an explanation

On a happier note. Last night, when Ru and I were getting ready to read (yet another) Berenstein Bear book before bed she said: "Wait Momma, I need a little help getting my panties out of my wedgie."

My "LAST POST" explanation:

Ok about that last post, let me explain: but first, all the boys who may or may not read this blog stop reading right now. - It will be too much information for you. Especially if you are one of my relatives. - We aren't trying for a baby. I was just a few days later than my normal 28 day self, and started thinking maybe I am, how fun for me. I counted on my calendar about 20 times in the past few days just to make sure I was as late as I thought I was. I was but not late enough I guess. Hence, the sadness.

With the construction business in the crapper as it is right now, Mr Smith is doing less work and for less money. Oh, and since our $5ooo.oo maternity deductible switched to $65oo.oo at the first of this year we won't be having another baby anytime soon. We have some savings but probably will have to use it to live off of unless the economy makes a B-line for gloriousness. I blame our new President. Just Kidding. He's doing great.

So, for all you commenter's, I am better, I was better last night even. I just needed a 12 hour sad moment. And for the record, I would be DELIGHTED to be "surprise" pregnant. (don't tell Mr Smith, he may have a heart attack) OK There you have it.

THE END

Thought I might be....

.................................But I'm not.





Now I'm sad.








Don't worry about me. We want another but REALLY don't have the dollars to have one just yet. It's OK. I'll be fine.

Thank you, my friends...

I just wanted to say "thank you" to all of my great and tender friends for all you comments on my last post "Happy Birthday Dear Liesel". Your comments made my wee little heart fell better.

They also made me cry, but I know none of you are surprised about that little tid bit.

To comment on some of your comments and answer some questions, I say:

* Mom, I'm pretty sure Liesel DID wear some fabulously high shoes at Thanksgiving.

* Little Jessica, I had forgotten about that day in the salon. I'm so glad you reminded me about it cuz I did need you that day. Thank you for being my friend, and for your fabulous haircuts too.

* Jeanne, my mom was first on this blog because I called her and made her read my post before I posted it. I wasn't sure it was OK and I needed my mom to reassure me. Plus, she is on the computer A LOT.

* Shan, You are already a person I would write such loveliness about if you got dead, but please don't, for I have cried enough. I love your guts.

And lastly, My OTHER great sister-in-law ( Mama Zan) sent me this picture of Liesel. It's when she was laying the tile for our fireplace. I remember that day, it was so hot I didn't even want to be there and she didn't want to leave. She just wanted to stay and help.

I asked Mama Zan if I could use this picture in a blog sometime but I am not waiting of her to say yes. I am just gonna use it.

No, she is not a member of the KKK. She is mixing grout for our tile. And being a wack-a-doodle in the process.