Well, I did it...sort of

What a yucky day. I felt and looked like crap. Kids kept asking me if I was ok, why I was out, etc. etc. They're just kids and were being nice (well, the 9th graders asked all the questions because they didn't really know any better and the seniors, I'm sure, just talked about it all amongst themselves.)

By the end of the day I had a meltdown in my car and I had to call DH to drive me to therapy. I felt so, so much better. Poor woman. She knew how nervous I was about being pregnant and when she opened the door to the waiting room to get me, she had this hopeful look on her face and I lost it.

Afterwards, DH and I went to my favorite nursery. Not the baby kind...the flowers kind. I got a gigantic mum for my whiskey barrel in front of my house and also a brownie scented candle. I also actually ate today (pizza, yum!) Please don't worry about me wasting away to nothing. I have some cushion to lose (let's see, the 10 newlywed pounds and then the 10 oh shit I had three miscarriages pounds).

I'm staying home tomorrow though. I may play in the garden. I may take my dogs for a long walk. I may feel frisky and drive to the enormous mall two hours away and go shoe shopping. But I will be off, at least. I just need to do that for me.

Speaking of flowers, I received these beautiful roses on Thursday from four wonderfully supportive women that I *met*, courtesy of ivillage. I don't know what I would have done throughout this journey without their support. The flowers still look gorgeous and still make me smile. Thank you again. :)