June 2, 2006 at 5:36 am · Filed under Baby Project 2, Photos and Videos
I thought I’d post a pic on our last day at home:
This photo pretty much sums up the last few weeks of our lives: injections, questions, and showgirls. Shawna’s been handling everything for this trip/endeavor; I’ve just been working and injecting. I hope she knows that it doesn’t mean that I don’t care; it’s just that it’s about as much as I can handle right now.
We haven’t really posted much on the Baby #2 Project–I was hoping Shawna would give more details to document our cycle, since we have no recollection of what we did the first couple of times around. But things being as they are, neither of us have had the time or energy to do so. Things have been nuts, so we’ve both been on auto-pilot trying to get to the point where we can leave–and we’ve been missing each other like ships in the night. Read the rest of this entry »
June 1, 2006 at 1:05 am · Filed under Uncategorized
I am sitting here at nearly 2 a.m. because I keep thinking about stuff. I’m exhausted and sick, but can’t seem to get to sleep. Must be anxiety over our pending trip to Las Vegas: I know once we’re there I’ll be fine, but it seems that wrapping everything up before we go is overwhelming. Tomorrow is the festival parade, and then we have a softball game afterwards. At least we’re mostly packed.
I was lying in bed not sleeping and thinking about why I can never come up with a reasonable answer when someone asks how Graem is doing. Somehow, my answer is always, “Well, she can say sh*t now!” in spite of the fact that every minute I spend with her is a small miracle. Like how lately in the mornings, when I bring her upstairs, if she doesn’t fall asleep right away, she has this moment of clarity and picks up some new words. On Sunday, in an attempt to sleep in, we let Graem watch tv and tinker around the room while we tried to snooze. I never get much sleep, as I always have an eye on her, telling her not to touch things like my glasses, or the glass of water, or my inhaler. After several iterations of “Don’t touch,” Graem said “touch,” to which I astoundedly asked, “Did you just say ‘touch’??” And then she answered, “Yes!” I just about passed out!
This morning we were lying in bed and she was pulling the covers over her feet when she said, “Sheet!” I sat up in bed and asked Shawna if she taught her the word ’sheet,’ and she said no. Maybe it’s just a variation on ’sh*t.’
I love watching her learn new tasks, especially multi-step ones: she’s started putting “toothpaste” on her toothbrush so that she can “brush” her teeth. Unfortunately, her interpretation of toothpaste includes Desitin, shampoo, and lotion. Shawna says that Grammy’s been mimicking using my inhaler, from taking the cap off, shaking it, putting it in her mouth and blowing. I know everyone has said it would be, but it’s truly amazing.
