sitting. waiting.

This made me cry this morning, but in a good way. I've been following the blog of a woman who struggled with infertility for years and was finally pregnant. She had her baby this week. Start at this entry and page through the entries up at the top to read the next, and the next, and the next, and you might get some idea of why I have been so addicted to this blog.
june 5:

While we were waiting in the lobby for our appointment to begin, a woman came out of one of the exam room weeping.

I wanted to run over and hug her, I wanted to tell her she wasn't alone, that I've been there--possibly in the same room--and felt what she's feeling, [...] I just wanted to hold her and let her cry. But who the fuck wants a hugely pregnant woman to make assumptions about why you're crying and swarm on you and give you a hug? I'd have punched me right in the fucking mouth in her place. So I just sat there, wanting to cry with her.

june 12:

Thank you, everyone, for walking this long road with me. I find myself suddenly at a crossroads--the road of infertility and loss and grief behind me, and now I'm standing at the road of normal fucking parenting. It won't be easy to make the change. I hope you all can bear with me.

And usually she's not that sappy, usually she's sarcastic and funny and frightening, which is why it's moving to read that. But I digress.



Other things: I want to start making my own clothes. Yes I am crazy, because mostly I want to make bras and corsets. Given that I can't even hem a pair of pants, this is fairly ridiculous, but oh well.

I have to take the car in to be serviced now. The building inspector never came all day yesterday, so he will probably come right after I leave with the car, but there's no help for it. I have errands to run which I have been putting off, waiting for the building inspector, and he never came so I can't do them-- now the car will be in the shop the rest of the day. So that's a nice big fat wash.

Oh well. Must go drive the car to the shop now, and sit there an hour or so to wait for the shuttle home. Yay.

oh duh, pictures

Duh. I posted a bunch of pictures on flickr and then forgot to link to them.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/dragonlady7/sets/72157594158229458/

I combined the most recent upload with the one just before, so halfway through the set, the new material begins.
small child dancing
the angel on the roof of Gabriel's Gate-- although, sadly, they didn't have its torches lit.
confluence of music+art
and, of course,
the completed front yard, with new lawn decorations in place.

dude

I just have to share the fact that I'm using Z's new laptop and am sitting on the porch, and up to about a minute ago was video-chatting with him, although his office was busy so he wasn't saying anything.

Still and all. Technology is cool.

It would be cooler if I were out on my front porch with a beer, instead of out on my front porch with a glass of unsweetened iced tea. But I take what I can get.

couch naps

I am sitting on the sunporch on the couch there. Z is taking up 3/4 of the couch and I am taking the last bit. He is curled tightly, face pressed to the back of the couch.

The cutest part is that he's snoring. He never snores, but his allergies have him congested at the moment.

My boy is so cute.




Mom asked on Monday (via IM) when we were getting married. I laughed at her.