It’s been a ridiculous year. First my mother died. Then my brother-in-law’s sister. Then my cousin. And three weeks ago, my cat. My cat!
This is not going to be a “Woe is me” petulant post, if you’re worried — but damn.
So, just when you think you just can’t catch a break, life upsets the apple cart, reminding you that you don’t know the first thing about anything. Because, what do you know, I’m pregnant again.
There are things you’re grateful for in and of themselves, but are painful nonetheless. But I’ll leave that for now.
Because today, I heard the new baby’s heartbeat. Which is never less than miraculous. I’m ten weeks along, due May 1, 2012.
I turn 40 on Thursday, which is stunning in itself.
If I was the sort of person comfortable swearing in public, there’d be a whole series of curses throughout this post.