Days of Grace 4-23-09
1. Stupid-funny Star Trek on a night when I really needed to turn off my brain. Three cheers for Ferengis playing baseball with Vulcans. Does TV get any better than this?
2. My dog ate a tube of toothpaste, the corner of a pillow, and a comb to protest the boy’s having gone away this last weekend. I know exactly how she feels and am grateful that it was his toothpaste, his pillow, and his comb that got gnawed. Serves him right…
3. Coffee. In a big cup. With cream. Figure I can use the caffeine surge to outrun the crazed gunman at work…
4. Toast. Told you.
5. Everything’s greening up in the world outside. Makes everything easier.
I am ALL ABOUT the toast.
Thinking of you- and will support you wholeheartedly in your gloating. Please do.
And I know you know this but I just need to say it– you are allowed to make the DE decision even without irrefutable proof that that is the Only choice.
Supporting you in whatever decisions you make for whatever reasons.Wishing on you a healthy sprog no matter how it comes about (but will less heartache)- warmly, Kate
Susan Reply:
April 23rd, 2009 at 10:47 am
Yeah, I don’t know why it is that this time seems to have closed a door for me. Before, I was very determined to do everything in order. Use up all my chances at one before progressing to another. I guess this spontaneous pregnancy sort of threw a wrench in all my preconceived (ar-ar-ar) notions about what this process would have to be.
And I realized, when I realized that I was losing yet another pregnancy, that I honestly would have traded any of MY genetic characteristics – orange hair, wide feet, smart-ass sense of humor – for a beating heart.
The whole decision got really fucking easy right then. If some other woman’s eggs have got what it takes to give my baby a beating heart, then I don’t really care about much else.
Sprog will have an easier time finding shoes that fit without my genetic input anyway…