This month has been one of anniversaries. Both happy and sad - celebrations and somber moments. Aug 29 was the 1 year anniversary of my dad’s victory over cancer. I really tried not to write about it, but it was such a celebration that I have to atleast share some photos - we released balloons with notes, poems, and letters on them at the cemetery - it was a moment of sheer joy.
I miss you like crazy.
I finally have uploaded some more photos to my Flickr account.
The other day I was able to use a friends studio to take some photos of Jessica in her 7th month … :) These are a few of them, enjoy.
Jessica at 7 months; standing, sitting, making out with the stove and looking adorable.
It’s hard to really ever forget what birth was like, seeing as how my body loves to re-enact the entire ordeal every 28 days. I’ve been without this re-enactment since we found out I was pregnant, and since I’ve been nursing … I’ve been able to trick my body into leaving me the hell alone.
No more. She came back, with a vengeance.
I got a letter from the government, I believe it was, to approve this certain pain killer I’m on which allows me to drug myself stupid whenever I have cramps, they’re THAT bad. But seeing as how I’m still nursing …
You do the math. I’ve slowly begun to think that procreating again in the future would be an option for us, that I might actually want to do that all over again. Until now.
I want another epidural.