one week - a retraction

So, only because there are friends with whom I am only in touch via blog posts and because I opened the subject a while back - I'm putting this post out there so I can move on. Y'know with all those cute stories and witty observations you all love so much. Here it is...

No new Crosby baby in September. I went in for a regular appointment last week and we couldn't find a heartbeat (we had heard it the appointment previous), subsequent hours in the ER and two ultrasounds later I learned that the baby had stopped developing only days earlier. No obvious reason, just one of those things.


Mostly, we're okay. Sad, but okay. I can see God's hand in the experience - so much so in the timing; my mom was here when I found out, Trevor started a unusually long weekend off the next day, and I had an amazing nurse during the difficult hours at the hospital.

So that's it, that's all. You can ask me about it if you want - I probably won't cry on you, in fact, really like to talk about my little guy. I think maybe it helped that I knew of so many women who had lost pregnancies, so that I was able to be accepting of our loss. But mostly it was because I know I have a loving Heavenly Father who always does what's best for me - even if I don't understand why, or it feels like the worst thing in the world.

"I know in whom I have trusted. My God hath been my support; he hath led me through mine afflictions in the wilderness; and he hath preserved me upon the waters of the great deep. He hath filled me with his love, even unto the consumming of my flesh. " [2 Nephi 4: 19-21]

happy weekend!

Okay, maybe not YOUR weekend, but my weekend starts today and I'm pretty pumped. Yesterday, Trevor worked his last of 8 days of 11 hour shifts and today is the first of his 4 days off before going back to work. Last night we celebrated with snacks and a Gilligan's Island mini-marathon ... Josh's pick. (Mini-marathon because we were all in bed by 9 pm - 5 am mornings do that to you.) Josh and Trevor had a sleepover in a giant blanket-bed on the basement floor - perfect because separating the kids meant I got to sleep through the whole night and Taylor didn't get up until 6. Three cheers for sleeping in! I could go on, but I'm trying to spare you all the uncharitable feelings of intense jealousy. Three Saturdays in a row AND warm weather?!? How lucky can one girl get!

Jealous much?

Go check out my sister's post. 'Nuff said.