→ My father-in-law should be released from the hospital tomorrow. He’s doing better, walking around, and the bleeding has finally stopped. He’ll continue with the radiation next week, but won’t live in a hospital bed.
→ Hubby got yet another rejection this week but was told in the email he was the runner-up, “if that makes you feel any better.” No, sir, it does not, in fact, make us feel any better. Knowing he was that close and still didn’t get the job.
→ Zappa texted me the other night: I don’t wanna jinx it but…..i MIGHT be feelin better! My response? Yay! And also, in my head, I certainly hope so.
→ I thought the birth control had been clearing up the disaster my face has become, but this week I’ve got another massive breakout along my jaw line. Ugh.
→ Hubby still hasn’t heard from the company in his homeland about setting up a second interview. Nothing to be concerned about at this point. It’s been par for the course in his dealings so far, going weeks without hearing from anyone, and when he finally does, they act as if they last spoke to him yesterday.
→ I had a good talk with D last night. I had written out all the reasons I was hurt, but I never did get around to sending it to her or reading it to her over the phone. And in the end, I didn’t bring up any of it. For one thing, she really is making an effort. I told her about all the shit that’s been happening lately, and she listened. And two, she confided in me that before this pregnancy, she’d had another miscarriage. She had had one with her first pregnancy, which she assumed was because of a medication she’d been taking not being completely out of her system. Then she went on to have her son, almost six years ago. After her most recent miscarriage, she’s scared to get fully invested in this pregnancy. It sounded like the ultrasound she had yesterday, where she found out she’s having a girl, might help her become a bit more attached. I only know from reading others’ blogs what it’s like to a) have a miscarriage and b) feel scared shitless for the duration of a subsequent pregnancy. But for the first time ever, I felt like we really understood each other when it comes to the unfortunate circumstances of not being able to build our families the way we’d pictured. Not the common ground I’d like to share with anyone, but in a weird way, it’s the best thing that could have happened to salvage our friendship.