Normally today I would have posted “My Weekly Progress Report.” No such thing this week. In fact, I can’t bring myself to even look at last week’s naive offering. Maybe someday but now now.

Recovery from a d&e has been easy. Well, easier than a c-section. But that’s no big surprise. I’ve had some cramping, some bleeding, some general tummy distress, but nothing really startling. It’s been a little too easy to shift back into normal life.

We’re taking a remarkably proactive bent… we’ve already made an appointment with the RE for September 2nd to talk about jumping on the merry-go-round again. I’m not 100% sure how I’ll be able to handle all this if and when I get pregnant again. But I know we need to try again. And hopefully I’ll have all my blog-friends to help me get through it. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared.

I do better if I don’t dwell on it too much. That’s always been my method of coping. And today I’ve been far too busy to dwell too much. To focus on the severity of suckage when it comes to having another baby. It seems both unreal that his has happened to us, after everything we’ve already been through and at the same time unreal that we could possibly expect to have another baby. I feel like we’re a cautionary tale to other people trying to have babies. I sure do hope our fortune makes a big change, and soon.

In the meantime, I’m getting along. Here’s a great song, sort of reflects how I feel when I let myself think about everything. It’s sad and hopeful and beautiful, all at the same time. So give a listen and let me know what you think.