Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Who Needs a Maid When You Have a Teflon Uterus and a Hubby With a Coping Mechanism!?

So we were told yesterday we lost the baby.
To that I would like to say "and do tell me, where did it go?"

A walk perhaps? Maybe to learn the bongo drums? An Alaskan cruise - I hear they are pretty nice.

Oh no wait, we didn’t lose it. It’s still right in there, it’s just never going to grow up to be what we had hoped for it. Yes that’s right my darling, at the tender young age of twelve weeks, your parents had expectations of you and at least like ALL children you will unfortunately not live up to them. No pun intended. Of all the things I've lost, I used to miss my mind the most.. I'd like to go back to just missing that.

Now some of you may find my dark humour offensive and if so I am sorry. It is nothing but my way to deal with an unfortunate situation. James, he deals by cleaning. Today he has completed his mission to wash and fold all the laundry we own and advised me we need to clean out the pine dresser so we can put Lolo's clothing in there. This means for the things in the pine dresser we need to organize under the sink, which means we can put the cleaning supplies there too, and means we can now use the shelf organizer for the upstairs closet instead, and put clothing on it. (I presume he means all the clothing that he just washed). See? Who needs a maid when you have a teflon uterus and a hubby with a coping mechanism!?

Also the masochist in me still has both his parents along with my father coming for a traditional Ukrainian Christmas dinner. Oh did I fail to mention, today is Christmas for me (ethnically and culturally speaking?). Merry Christmas.

Masochist aside, the european in me still believes that there is nothing like commiting a perogy induced carb-acide (death by carbohydrates in case you didn't get it)to cure an emotional problem. Have you ever met a european-masochist who didn't either eat away or vodka away their problems??? Ahhhhhh and let the feelings of normalcy sink in.....

Did I mention on top of it all, I can't still can't figure why I feel so fat?!? Okay I'm kidding about that one. Anyways...

God bless little one. You have two others who have gone ahead of you and will be there with you. Have a drink on the lido deck and play some bongo beats for me okay? Love.

4 comments:

  1. Ahh, I wish I could give you a big hug... I'm sorry for your broken dreams and sadness and I hope that your future dreams will never be tainted with that sadness again.

    PS If anyone has the audacity to be offended by dark humour, Tell them to get lost! This is your blog, and your way of coping with things... If they dont like it, they dont have to read it, do they?

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  2. I'm so sorry to hear about this. What an awful thing to go through.

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  3. Thank you for your kind words.

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  4. (Again, great writing. I like how you tie the beginning to end).

    I'm sorry about the losses. I'm glad I have a chance to learn about you (I'm under the weather today and thought this would be a good opportunity). I saw your comment on my post; thanks for stopping by.

    I wish there was something more I could say about the miscarriages to help. I've only had one, and it was heartbreakingly effing awful. I can't imagine that times three.

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