I hit my first squirrel.
I tried so hard not to hit the little guy, but I did and it was awful.
I pulled over, called Scott and balled my eyes out!
Poor Scott, thought something serious had happened.
I have been sick for the past few days and last night was the worst.
I woke up this morning barely able to move
with out my head feeling like it may explode
I was running behind, and my eyes were glued shut from all the crap in my head
I was on my way to work, feeling like poo and wanting to crawl back in bed.
I knew I should have stayed home, poor squirrel.
Scott said that right before I called him
he was sitting at a traffic light thinking to himself about how
amazing making a life really is, with all the chromosomes and
things that must go perfectly right in order for a baby to be born
and about how he thinks we are ready to try again.
Then I call. crying about a dead squirrel and ruin his moment! haha
But after I hung up the phone, I got to thinking.
I think its time to make the call..
you know the one for the little pill that will send aunt flo into town.
Its been 68 days and I think we have waited as long as we can stand
I am going to call on Monday morning and talk with the nurse
so we can get this show on the road!
I am excited to try again, excited but at the same time
I am nervous and scared.
For now I am keeping positive thoughts
and reminding myself every moment that
In the end... what will be will be...