I'm all about what's new for the season in fashion and am the first to say what the heck, I'll wear a maxi dress or sure I'll give it a go with some gladiator sandals but a jean purse! No! No! No! I'm sorry denim bags weren't cool in the '80's and they are certainly not cool now. I don't care if Marc Jacobs or Miu Miu attach their logos in diamonds across it, its so bad!
What do you think would you carry a denim hobo bag?
I went to the doctor's for my follow up visit last week and as I expected the doctor told me that all my parts were back where they were supposed to be and physically I appear to be doing great.
We talked about why things might of happened and there are really no clear answers to why it happened. The girls were in perfect health and she believed the sac just broke which can happen when carrying multiples. She believes when the sac broke it caused the placenta to become infected which is why things ultimately went bad.
We talked about the possibility of us conceiving again and she told me there was some good news and bad news.
The good news is I was cleared for sexy time now. (Good news???)
More good news we could try having a baby in approximately 6 weeks. (The verdict is still out but yes good news.)
The bad news is if we conceived again we couldn't have "sexy time" for the entire time I was pregnant. (Bad news?)
She told me because I was a by the book pregnant woman that the next time around she was taking everything off the table that could possible cause anything to go bad (hence the no "sexy time" rule) and reassured me that the chances of what happened is less then the 1% chance of it happening in the first place.
On the emotional front, I feel like I'm feeling a bit better everyday, although there are times I break down for no apparent reason, it seems to come from left field, like a punch to the head. I'm heart broken about losing my girls but I'm trying very hard to look toward the future and concentrate and the many things I have to be thankful for, mainly my family and friends.
Anyways, if you try to get ahold of me in the next 6 weeks and you can't it probably means I have told Drew about the doctor's good news and bad news and he has locked me in our bedroom to take full advantage of what he thinks is bad news!
I have not had my hair cut or colored since May. The cut part I can deal with the color part, not so much. I had an appointment in July but had to cancel the appointment because I was in the hospital. Thankfully I have an appointment tomorrow. Of course then comes the uncomfortable moment, one I hadn't thought of until I went for a pedicure yesterday.
I sat down yesterday for my pedicure and the lady asked me in her unbroken english, "oh you have baby already?" It didn't even dawn on me that I would have to explain the situation to people because I just assumed everyone knew. Talk about making someone feel awful, I think I felt more bad for the girl who asked me the question and I know I'll have to face that akward conversation tomorrow.
Anyways, I told Drew how excited I was to get my hair done tomorrow and he replied...
Drew: Laurie, I thought you were letting your hair grow long again?
Laurie: I am, but I have to get it trimmed but more important I have to get rid of all these gray hairs.
Drew: (Smirking) Oh, I thought those were highlights, I thought they looked good!
Laurie: Good answer smart ass but we still can't have sex for a couple more weeks!
This fireplace has stressed me out (ok everything stresses me out) since I moved into this house over 4 years ago (I know I've lived somewhere over 2 years) and finally it no longer looks like I need a hunter green camel back sofa with burgundy curtains with gold tiebacks in the room. I hated these black shiny bathroom tiles on the fireplace and its finally been re-finished with the slate tile I've been longing for since moving in.
Stay tuned my creepy Silence of the Lambs bathroom downstairs is almost done too! Its really like Christmas in August for me!!
