Dear Uterus,
I took the weekend off. I'm sorry.
I decided a little while back to start working again. I think I need to, and for more reasons than one.
On Friday, I took a test at one of the places I submitted a resume. I hope to find out if I get the job tomorrow or Wednesday.
On Saturday, I missed the funeral of Inez. It was horrible not being there. And sad. I'm so glad she got to hold my son, once.
On those evenings I watched a friend's baby. I forgot how tiring babies can be.
Sunday was fun... and bittersweet. We went to a sheep dog championship near here. The last time I was there was this time last year, and I was telling people how excited I was to be a surrogate again. (I transferred Charlie on the 9th of September last year).
Today, I canned tomato sauce (again-- did it on Saturday too). Today I told someone the story of "The Day it All Changed" and it didn't sting as bad. I just said it. Today it wasn't about all the pain. Today when I told it, today it felt about survival.
-Michelle
I took the weekend off. I'm sorry.
I decided a little while back to start working again. I think I need to, and for more reasons than one.
On Friday, I took a test at one of the places I submitted a resume. I hope to find out if I get the job tomorrow or Wednesday.
On Saturday, I missed the funeral of Inez. It was horrible not being there. And sad. I'm so glad she got to hold my son, once.
On those evenings I watched a friend's baby. I forgot how tiring babies can be.
Today, I canned tomato sauce (again-- did it on Saturday too). Today I told someone the story of "The Day it All Changed" and it didn't sting as bad. I just said it. Today it wasn't about all the pain. Today when I told it, today it felt about survival.
-Michelle
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