I just got to wondering if I’d posted anything on May 19, 2005, since I would’ve been in the middle of my miscarriage right about then, and if I had, if I’d remember that day as clearly as I now remember May 19, 2006. Hoo doggy, do I remember that day.

It was obviously ultrasound day, the place was filled with couples
where the woman was rubbing her big belly and grinning.  And me.

I so totally remember that day. Clear as a bell. And how odd, that, a year later, to the day, I’d be the one that the OB was checking on through the day, fitting me in after work (on that day, she stayed til 5:30 to see me), only this time, to deliver Ingrid. An hour short of a year earlier, I wrote that post. How weird. Or something.

In other news, OMG the gas. The gas isn’t KILLING me, but I am sooo gassy, and poor Ingrid has been gassy and sad all day, and probably from my big yummy full o’ folate and iron and stuff spinach salads I’ve been eating. Poor bug.