Jen is tired and nauseous. I am tired and achy, enjoying a prolonged flare of Lyme symptoms. Or something. Jen’s hormonal changes+travel+a cold+the 2 year molars that are finally almost breaking the surface=crappy nights of sleep for Natalie (and therefore, me) since…before Christmas? Progress reports were due last week, and conferences are this week. Natalie, of course, has lost no momentum. Add in the ebb and flow of feelings of doom*, and you have very little…anything. So to save you from weeks of postlessness (all two of you who read us anymore), I present Natalie, who never lacks something to say. While eating lunch one day last week, she started telling me she wanted to go to the zoo. What I caught on film is not as good as the original, but it’ll do.
*No, nothing has happened to indicate anything bad. It’s just hard to trust that everything will be OK. Having Natalie has shown us that sometimes it does work out, but a lot of the fear and the inability to be blindly happy is still there. Does that ever go away after having a miscarriage? I’m inclined to say no, but I have little to go on other than my own experience.