All went well today - I am relieved to be done with the process of ending and happy to be moving back out of transition.
We took the kids to the park this afternoon following a nice nap. Weather was beautiful - mid-70s and a cool breeze, the Light in August (thank you, Faulkner), and two adorable kids poking around the playground. Lydia is the queen of adventure right now - she's bounding up whatever challenging ladder or climbing device she can get to and flying down all slides, big and small. The bigger the better, even.
Elvis kissed a girl today. Yes, my son who turns one tomorrow waddled wrecklessly over to an innocent 20-month-old to grab her shirt and smoosh his face into hers. We of course created a drama for it all. Elvis cornered this poor toddler underneath the playground. I hope this isn't foreshadowing a teenage life to come.
I spent a good deal of time writing ridiculous commentary to photos I found on our computer tonight. It's all on facebook. I also discovered my mini-videos of Lydia and Elvis from the last two years. I need, NEED to get a video camera, I've decided. It is obvious to me now. These teasers of days-gone-by are just not going to cut it.
It is good to feel good again. The guilt I feel for feeling relieved that it's over isn't too much - but enough to complicate the relief. If anything, this miscarriage has helped us think in terms of more babies, sooner rather than later, and that is, I think, a good thing. At least for Brandon, it is. We need to wait about three months or so to try again, and this time we will try to conceive off of the pill (a healthier approach, I think). The timing will be better as well, if we can work it out. It's not exactly in our hands, anyway, but we'll see how it goes. I don't even know if BW is up for trying again, even after this incident, but I have a feeling it will be so.