My internet friend had her boy-girl twins this week. I was so happy for her. She was on the infertility journey longer than I was and was a strong, reasonable voice in the darkness encouraging and questioning. She was due about 2 weeks before I was but due to a complication was going to have her babes early. They came all on their own though which is fabulous. My thoughts are with her as she settles into mothering these two babes outside the womb and gets to know them.
Completely coincidentally a blog that I follow’s writer had her girl-girl twins last night. She was only 32 weeks and had very bad pre-eclampsia and some twin-twin transfusion syndrome. One of her twins died, I believe just prior to being born. The other twin is in the NICU. I cannot even imagine the grief and heartache. And the joy.
I turned to Mr. T tonight as I was taking him back to work from his lunch break (2:50am is still lunch, right?) and asked him if our baby was going to die. It seems possible now. Maybe even likely. Which sucks. I want the little bit of pregnant bliss I had back. Not that I had much, mind you. I had the thought that I just don’t think emotionally I could take losing her at this point. But I doubt any mother or father ever thinks they could. I will confess that after the first loss we decided to start trying again because I thought I could go through another loss…not that we were ready to have a baby. Evidently, that was a wise course of action because we did then lose BabyAcorn. And I did handle it and so did Mr. T and we did not fall apart or into the abyss. But I think it would not fair as well now. Oh, well. Mr. T said everything was going to be just fine and likely here at 35w plus days everything will be alright…
Unless I stop on the side of the interstate to read the small print paragraph on the new digital billboard with the “If you See Something Say Something” slogan. Then things may get dicey for me. Have you seen this billboard? Left side of sign has slogan. Middle shows a man or a woman randomly. Right side has this tiny print (from the road anyway) paragraph…I am curious what it says. I mean, I realize it is a campaign to distract from real terrorism but do people really even speak with their neighbors anymore? I believe I live in the friendliest city in the US and my neighborhood interaction pretty much consists of waving and saying hello. I would have no idea if one of my neighbors was a crazy guy who was going to fly a plane into the IRS or blow up his truck of fertilizer in a parking garage. I just get the icky creepy crawlies when I see the message because it so smacks of fascism. And yes, I do believe the left can be fascist too. It is all a big circle. Eventually you can become so liberal as to be conservative…
KMart’s generic tums stink. CVS isn’t open odd hours. Their generic tums are highly effective. You should pick up a copy of the book Crazy Love. It was great. I think I’m going to try to go back to bed now.
If I don’t have a chance to say it tomorrow…