Hi everyone,
Bee, hope you enjoyed your walk. Would have been lovely to join you, especially with sun shining - or even better if it was snowing. Hope the weathers been kind to Eulalia for her weekend away. And Tree, whatever she may be doing
It has been overcast and raining on & off here, though very warm and humid. Will try to send warmth your way, without the humidity - no one wants that
And yes Bee, you are spot on, my feelings when Bella was ill were very much tied up in my loss of Sheridan. Just so hard not to assume the worst. And yet you can't possibly bear to think the worst. Littlepoot was describing the same sort if feeling on the other thread. Gees I would just love to be one of those people who take having healthy babies for granted!! Who buys baby clothes (and take the price tags off same without fear of maybe having to return items) throughout their pregnancy without fear of jinxing things. Even now I only have triple 0 clothes for Bella. I tell the kids (and myself) I don't want to buy anything for when she's older because I don't know how big she'll be for each season. I know though, that I'm scared of tempting fate. My next safe milestone for Bella will be when she is 12 weeks and 2 days old (the age Sheridan reached). Sorry to sound like such a downer, just feeling a big sooky and scared of leaving the safety of the NICU, which will probably be tomorrow. Though at same time can't wait to get my baby home. I know I am going to sob, probably uncontrollably, when attempting to thank NICU staff, and I desperately don't want to. Alright, enough - getting myself worked up already!
Lins, is so beautiful to hear you so obviously in love with your little boy. Give him a cuddle from me. Can't wait for pics.
Quick whinge: a lady across from me, pregnant with twin boys was just on the phone to someone, loudly saying how grateful she was that she was having boys, as she 'couldn't stand to have a girl', how 'horrible' girls can be, and that she just doesn't have the patience to put up with girls. Meanwhile, my beautiful flowers with a balloon attached exclaiming 'It's a girl!' sits next to me, in her full view. I just don't understand how someone can talk like that, and so loudly. Insensitive cow, I felt like slapping her on behalf of each and every one of my beautiful daughters. Whinge over..
I'll stop my moaning now. And for what it's worth, feel much better getting it off my chest.
Have a lovely day everyone, and may the sun shine for you all xxx