I had surgery today. I’ll try to write about it tomorrow when my brain is less fuzzy and the pain begins (hopefully) to let up. But for now, a couple of photographs (as news) and all my thanks for this community and its immense wisdom and kindness.
This was taken on my birthday, July 10th, on our little day trip to a nearby lakeshore town. As it turns out, there was more than birthday and ferry-boat magic happening in this moment. Miraculously, sweetly, almost impossibly: J is pregnant after our one tiny little try. Our newest being was conceived on my birthday and is due around April Fool’s Day. Pain and fear are no match for this great new joy.
My THREE loves.
All sorts of vast.
My friendship wall: the stunning (and vulnerable) birds B’s Aunt Kippie got me for graduation and the wisdom-and-long-life elephants his Aunt Ad brought me this week.
If J is anywhere near as sick this time around as she was last time, these next two months promise to be trying, what with all the hobbling (me) and throwing up (her). I sort of have no idea how we’re going to get through it. But here’s what I do know: I made it through surgery (was lovingly doula-ed through, in fact, by J and our sweetest friend, Jessica), our son wouldn’t nap until I was safely home and snuggled up with him, my brave and gorgeous wife is somehow already more lovely for carrying another child, many people have put up with my fear-induced crazy this week with a truly admirable amount of grace, my mom held my hand in recovery even though I’ve been short and snappish and impossible, our beloved friend Beth baked us a gluten-free cherry pie, we didn’t accidentally overdose Nemesis on fluids last night (story forthcoming), and in April, Bram should be (again, and hopefully for keeps this time) a big brother. All good enough stuff to let the rest go for tonight.