Two weeks of a blogging hiatus. (and surely more)
Two years of waiting.
Two man hands making dinner every night.
Two hundred dollars in groceries that dad can cook.
Two swollen and sore female body parts.
Two more months of puking to look forward to.
Two wishes for twins.
Too old for this.
Too long before he will touch me again.
And two HUGE shout outs for all your prayers.
I had a miscarriage at nine weeks last Spring
and so I hesitate to announce this.
But my readers have been worried,
and you know I will do anything for my readers.
I just couldn’t leave them worried that The Purple People Eater ate me up.
(although his party put me out of commission for a good 24 hours afterward)
And, to tell you the truth, I wasn’t this sick last time.
And it’s just too much energy to hide it.
So, if it doesn’t work out,
you are all invited to mourn with me.
But, for now, be happy that you don’t got two lines!
It ain’t fun in the beginning.
I’ll keep you posted.