A Great Hope
Since I last posted here, we found out I was pregnant, and then, about thirteen weeks later, we lost the baby. While I was pregnant, I was very very sick. I mean, so sick that the smell of my own hair made me gag. My doctors ultimately gave me an anti-nausea medication which they also give to chemotherapy patients. This made it possible to eat without feeling like I wanted to cut my toes off, but didn't exactly bring back my energy and liveliness. So mostly, while I was briefly pregnant, I didn't do much besides sleep and feel ill, and stare sort of dumbfoundedly at the idea of my being a mother , of all things. We wanted the baby, had planned it, as much as one plans such things, and slowly, slowly, we picked names and I talked with my mother-in-law about what color to paint the nursery, and I bought a moon-shaped lamp from the thrift store. Somehow I was nervous we'd lose the pregnancy from the beginning, in the way I worry everything good will be...