I look at that date and it feels a million years away. Particularly far away given the haze of nausea, heartburn, and headache that seems to be my constant state of being these last few weeks. Vertical living is not really my thing right now. Horizontal (+pillow +blanket) = much better. How will I make it all the way to October?
Of course, it is unlikely that I will spend the next 7 months wanting to throw up constantly. That should only last another few weeks, and then I will be left with the heartburn and the anticipation of feeling tiny feet kicking me from the inside out any day now. But that is weeks away, and that too feels like a million years because I just. need. to. lie. down. right. now.
Double of course, it is unlikely that I will make it to October anyway, with my history and with my grocery list of high risk issues. (More on that another day. For now, let’s just say that although I am acutely aware of how old I am and will be when this baby hits the ground, hearing the OB say “You’ve graduated to Advanced Maternal Age” is a bit like when the dentist starts drilling a little too soon after administering the numbing agent.) So, for all intents and purposes, September 2008. Nine-something-oh-eight. It has a nice ring to it.
So, my apologies all over the place. I haven’t been around thanks to that lovely respiratory infection (still draining, by the way) and then this. I might be sporadic here, but I’ll be here. And I intend to keep checking my email, so feel free to hassle me from time to time via email or comments (which go to my email, too). If I’m not too nauseated to type, I’ll holler back.
What’s better is that this isn’t even the whole of the big news I promised. That is in the realm of tot-related textures, and I’ll write it up as soon as I can.