B cup Baby

Life moves on and your baby stops breastfeeding.  Then you find out you are a B cup now and you get a little spring in your step, despite yourself.

I love my little Bs.  I was C pushing D forever.  You know the game, one of each really.

They look beautiful all tied up in a new bra that has no access doors.  Naked, yikes, that is a different story, but I AM A B!

Shallowly yours,
Roccie

Icing on my donor cake

Epigenetics.

I have lost hours reading about it.

DE contenders: RUN to join Parents Via Egg Donation.

I am not a forum kind of person, but I am now.  I joined up to read the forum and man alive epigenetics is delightful.

Surprise gifts

I came home after a baby sitter had Jay.  I have been an overwhelmed temporary single parent this wkend.  Nothing was clean - well it was all wet in the washing machine anyhow.

I went to put him in his jammies and he was wearing his PROP OF PETRI DISH ATHLETIC DEPT and FAMILY BY FEINBERG onesie - nothing else was clean.

It made me so happy.

I love donor eggs.

I love Jay.

Birthday presents.

I got my period for Jay's first birthday.

Sigh.

I cried. 

This, and him.  It was all a bit much.

Did you listen to that tune on my last post?  Go ahead.  Bear the commercial to hear it, it's short.  Have a cry with me.

I started to supplement him and it was a slippery slope.  He stopped asking and I stopped offering.  It was a heartbreaking call but I have some medications I am taking that are new and not tested.

Sigh.

Breastfeeding was the greatest gift to me ever.  Well, you know what I mean.

It makes me ache to be so happy.  

All my best to you guys.  May your happiness make you cry today.

One.

Someday drawing you different, may I be weaved in your hair.

My guy is going to be one this wk.

What.

If you had any idea how often I think about everyone still in the battle, anyone who recently lost a battle, anyone currently winning the battle, won the battle, managing the life after the battle, well, you would feel pretty loved.

Those with the special hard losses, you get it all over again.

I want this same peace, joy and exhaustion for all of you.

Love, 
Roccie

Here is why you don't think negative things about someone

My MIL fell down our stairs and broke her neck.  Surgery was yesterday and she did well.

Inpatient rehab for 2 weeks follows when she is released from the hospital.  Release date unknown.

Horrible neck brace to wear for 2 months.

I cannot see anyone getting on a plane with that thing.  

I cannot see anyone flying after such trauma and risking air turbulence.

In other news, I just started smoking.

And then the place was crawling with kids

Thinking of any readers who ache to call the goblin at the front door tonight their own.

Pulling for our adoptive families in process and in wait.

Pulling for our pregnant families who watch the toilet paper like their own personal Halloween horror show.

Thinking of families who are complete, but working to pull it all together the way they want it and the way it should be.

Someone bought my latte in line before me today at the S'bucks.  I play my good deed forward to all of you.

Happy Halloween and Happy Family Management.

Much love, 

Roccie
(Who clearly will be doing her hair more frequently in pursuit of more free drinks.)