I was driving home from the post office the other day. The trip was enjoyable, if only for a moment, given the lack of gapers driving five miles an hour with the ever recognizable 'I Don't Know Where the Hell Skier Parking Is So I'll Just Give the Crazy Lady with the Flailing Arms Behind Me Fair Warning That I May Turn Sometime in the Next Five Miles' blinker on. Anyway, this lack of gapers was quite conducive to some Behind-the-Wheel Introspection. I started to think about this miscarriage thing. It's changed me somehow. I don't really know in what way, but I know that I'm different. I was trying to pinpoint just WHAT differentiates pre-miscarriage Zube Girl from post-miscarriage Zube Girl.
I said out loud, "I think it's hardened me," while making a pissy, speedy right turn onto Wellington to take the back way home, because whenever gapers have gone back home, CONSTRUCTION is EVERY-DAMN-WHERE. Fucking construction.
Then I started to cry. And I mean BAWL.
Yeah. So much for that hardening theory.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
From Solid to Liquid...In .2 Miles Flat
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They say what doesn't kill ya makes ya stronger but at times you really gotta wonder about that saying.
It's not fair! It doesn't matter how often we discuss it, it's still not fair. Love ya girl! Hang in there.
Tough as nails. Liquid Nails.
I think its stolen a little bit of my optimism. And I HATE it for that!
My first miscarriage pretty much sucked the fun out of getting pregnant. Never again would I be oblivious to the idea of miscarriage. That knawing little voice would always be there.
I hated that.
You were probably just sad because none of the construction workers were showing enough ass-crack. It's totally understandable. ;)
Nice -
Ben O.
Dang, I think I might have a boog. (Goes to check)
awwwww, sweetie...I wish I could take you out for drinks or something...
Oh Zube, I am so freaking sorry. I wish there was something I could do.
What's great about being a girl is it's perfectly fine to go from hardass to blubbering mess in seconds, and just as likely to happen in reverse. We're incredibly dynamic creatures! It's not a weakness. Being dynamic is part of ensuring your survival. And it's how we manage to carry the species since men are completely unchangeable. :)
Imagine most men going through half of what you've been through. Sorry, I can't either. I rest my case.
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