I had an appt with my OBGYN yesterday. She said my miscarriage was probably caused by a chromosomal defect and not by my endometriosis. So, that's good news. She also said we could start trying to conceive again in about 6 to 8 weeks.
I am feeling better today about the miscarriage. It's time to find the humor again. I haven't cried at all today and I even got motivated and took my son to a toy store. I couldn't get him to let go of a giant, stuffed lion that he pulled off the shelf, so I distracted him with a stuffed ray gun and put the lion back. But then he wouldn't let go of the ray gun, so I just bought it for him. He deserved a treat after hanging with stone-faced, zombie mom for the last three days.
My husband hasn't found a job yet, but we are hopeful.
My son's sinus infection is finally gone (thanks to vitamins and probiotics, NOT antibiotics) and his first birthday is on Friday! We are having a party for him on Saturday afternoon. Somehow it has turned into a much bigger to-do than I had originally planned. Does this always happen with children's parties? This is my first experience. Should I just expect this to happen from now on? Plan to invite 5 and actually invite 50?
We were only going to invite our families to his birthday party. My son gets freaked out when groups of people stare at him. He sticks out his bottom lip and cries until we remove him from their vision. Also, with my husband being unemployed, we are trying to save money.
However, somehow, it has turned from 10 invited people to about 35.
We decided to invite the neighbors because we really enjoy their company, they have four kids, and they invited us to their son' s party. Then we thought, if we invite one neighbor with kids, we need to invite all the neighbors with kids so no child is left out. After all, the party will be in the front yard. And we really like all of our neighbors. We live in a fantastic, middle-income, older neighborhood where everyone is down-to-earth and non-fancy. I like non-fancy. Fancy is exhausting.
So, during one of the most difficult times in my life, I have to organize a birthday party for 35 people and my brain is no where near organized enough right now to do it. This is why it is time to find the humor in life again. Times have been tough, but we're makin' it.
I just realized I never found chairs for the party. Better find some chairs. Fast.
And tables. Crap.