A good swift kick in the nuts to '07 on its way out, and welcome to what I can only pray will be a better year. Good-bye move halfway across the country, good-bye miscarriage, good-bye dislocated shoulder (my hubbie's, not mine), good-bye sweet favorite dog.
Not that it was all bad. Like every good infertile, I've gotta qualify any complaint with "well, at least we have our son." After all, you must make sure that the universe knows that you are GRATEFUL and HAPPY and for heaven's sakes, pleeeeease don't do anything to him, and well, ok, if it's not too much to ask, might we have another? Yet another sequela of infertility: the fear that what you finally got can be taken away in a flash. I am sure that every parent worries to varying degrees depending on their own personalities that something will happen to their children. It is that worry that keeps you vigilant so that your infant doesn't attempt sword-swallowing and your toddler doesn't ride his tricycle Evil Knievel-style off the staircase. However, I think it's different when your life circumstances have taught you to expect disappointment and sadness where children are concerned. But, I digress.
New year, new possibilities. Look out, '08. My expectations are high. You've got a lot of work to do.
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