It’s Friday and I feel almost normal.
The hormones will baseline in about a month, the doc told me.
But I’m smelling coffee for the first time in 3 weeks without the impulse to barf, and my heart opens up just a crack to peek outside.
In a few days I suspect bananas will come back, too, and chicken and Life cereal and eggs and all the other strange things that left.
Today instead of 8 weeks pregnant, we are 1 day post-loss. A week ago we learned our fresh 7-weeker didn’t have a heartbeat. Continue reading Ice Cream, God
On Saturday, Ms. Mig invited me to spend the afternoon with her family. They took Diana and me in the back of the pick-up for ice cream at the Western Dairies Mennonite farm.
And since you’ve been good, I’ll show you this one.
We also went to the huge Mennonite Farmer’s Trading store in Spanish Lookout (I call it Wal-Mart) and—get this—I ran into someone I knew! I saw a student and her family from San Marcos while Diana and I were buying massive quantities of gummy bears. I actually got to introduce two families in Belize who didn’t know each other. It’s the third time I’ve run into kids who know me outside the village. It felt like Fort Wayne, so, you know, like home.
Before dinner, Diana took me to her neighbor’s house to ride horses (which I don’t really love) BUT I do love baby spider monkeys on leashes. Diana rode horses. I played with the little monkey.
Hide & go seek
The boys brought us this weird fruit from the top of the tree called Jack Fruit—little pods of sticky fruit that taste like a cross between bubble gum and bananas.I fed it to the monkey.
When I got home, I was the third in the house to come down with an instant sore throat and sinus infection.They warmed water for me to shower with, and then sent me to bed with this:
What?I always drink garlic syrup for my chesty cough.Don’t you?