So. 

I took a few days off blogging because, really, what was there to say.  I’m not one of those people who, in the midst of emotional trauma, can come up with deeply spiritual metaphors about God and life and suffering, wrapped up in flowery language which of course shows you all how well I’m coping and also how totally holy I am. 

No.  I got mad.  I cried.  I crawled under the covers and stayed there for a day.  Or two.  And then one day I showered and took Shaylea to her art class and went shopping and started to feel more normal.  Until, that is, I had to pass up an awesome parking spot at the grocery store because it was marked for “New and Expectant Mothers.”  Yeah, that stung a little.

The hardest part was telling Shaylea.  I think she wanted this pregnancy more than any of us.  So when I told her, she bawled.  I felt horrible, like I let her down.  I feel like I let all of you down.  God!  That is so messed up.

Anyway, I really am doing okay.  Right now Sean is with the kids at Chuck E. Cheese (what a trooper), and I am cuddled up in bed with my puppy and “The Price is Right.” 

What can I say?  Sometimes it’s the simple things in life…