We made it through the big due date. It sucked. I cried.
Thank you for understanding that I needed to turn off my comments because I couldn't deal with another, "I'm so sorry," without totally losing my sanity. I know it is meant as supportive and loving...and I am incredibly grateful to have found friends in the blogosphere who understand. So I hope you understand this too. And to everyone who sent an email...thank you...I haven't read them just yet, but I appreciate your kindness nonetheless.
So...yeah...we made it through the big due date. It sucked. I cried.
Then I moved on.
God...I have turned into a cliche. But ya know, after the first dead kid, the second one is a bit easier to deal with...at least for me. Maybe I'm a bit harder around the edges...but that's how it has to be in order for me to survive.
So we spent the weekend rescuing dogs from the side of the highway and buying baby bedding.
No...I'm not kidding.
No...I'm not pregnant.
And yes...I am crazy.
Here it is...Sam picked it out...
We all know our family isn't complete (again with the cliches...I have GOT to get help). HOW we are going to add on to our family, we're not entirely sure. Steve is happy that I'm, "...in a place where I could even consider something like this." I'm not sure whether he means buying the bedding or adding to our family.
I'm just thinking how cute the nursery will be.
I'll consider the rest later.