First, Granny passed away last night. The memorial service will be held Tuesday; if anyone in the area wants specific information, email me and I'll send it to you.
Everyone's okay. Thanks for asking.
Next, I'm pregnant. I cannot imagine a less romantic way to convey this information, but there it is. I'm a little over 8 weeks. We've seen a heartbeat (twice), and the baby is measuring correctly. For me, those are the best indicators that all is well. Also, I'm hungry all the time. I eat every two hours, regardless of the size of the previous meal. If you're reading this and thinking, "WHAT?! Why hasn't she told me?!" you're not alone. I really haven't talked about it at all. Because first trimester pregnancy isn't exciting for me. The possibility of another child is thrilling; 8 weeks pregnant is not. This is my fourth first-trimester pregnancy; I don't get excited anymore. Now if we make it to finding out the sex and seeing the spine and chambers of the heart, friends, THAT will be exciting. A second trimester will be news. Until then, we'll see.
Combine these two facts - a death in the family and 8 weeks pregnant - and stir. And I'm exactly as tired as you imagine. Bone tired, weepy tired, dishes left in the sink for two nights tired. TIRED.
There's something poetic about the end of life and the beginning of one overlapping just a little. Maybe when I'm better rested I'll have more to say about that.
Until then, good night.
PS I realize by combining two pieces of information that have conflicting responses in the same post, I'm putting any commenters in an awkward position. Do you congratulate or send condolences? Sorry about that. Let's hold off congratulations and happy baby chatter until week 13. Christmas is our goal; if I make it to Christmas, more than likely I really am going to stay pregnant. So December 26 you can congratulate and I will gladly receive it. Until then, I'm just doing the next thing. And right now, the next thing is Granny's funeral.
8 comments:
Wow. that's all I have to say.
My grandfather died while my mom was pregnant with me. It is something I never forget. My dad's father had a heart attack at what I considered to be a young age. In his early sixties only a year or two after he became a Christian - from watching a televangelist no less. Tammy Fay Baker's husband maybe. Keeps me from full out judging those people in an un-christian like manner.
Grand-daddy T was this charismatic amazing soul that everyone still tells stories about. I always felt like I was missing something since I never knew him.
Asher is lucky to have known Granny. My prayer is that your new little one will be healthy and well and one day hear stories about granny and feel a little like I do about grand-daddy T.
How about I just tell you I'll be thinking of you and leave it at that?
Hey Mary, here's what's strange: Brian's mom's grandmother died when she was 12 weeks pregnant with Brian, her second child. Odd.
There's no doubt we'll be telling stories about Granny for a long time. We have a lot of pictures of Asher and Granny together, and I'm really glad for that. Asher misses her. The other day I had her picture pulled up on the computer and he started laughing and pointing at it.
I understand how you feel about the overlapping of lives. I was pregnant (barely) with my youngest when my father died. It's a difficult time to be joyous about one thing, while grieving another.
I hope everything works out for you. Crossing my fingers until 12/26.
You, my friend, are in my thoughts and prayers. How bittersweet and stressful and everything all at once. Breathe. Sleep. Be good to yourself.
Yup. Apparently, Brian forbade Corey to tell me b/c he said you wanted to tell me, but when you didn't, Brian gave in and let Corey spill the beans. :) Congrats, Steph.
My Grandmother died when I was 9 months pregnant with Haydn. I wrote a few powerful pieces during that time. Perhaps you can use the bittersweet to bring out new words?
thinking of you.
I'll be praying for you.
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