A splitting headache
celebrations and joy over our daughter
I want to bang my head against a wall, repeatedly, in frustration.
I'm ashamed, but I'm envious of a friend who - in as many cycles as me
- is now PG for a third time (yes, 2 lovely kids at home).
How low can I sink?
ETA: It's my wish to be superhuman talking again. Clearly I'm not, and that's ok.
At work, I'm dreading the day my colleague will announce her happy
news. I can't trust myself to congratulate her without breaking down
in tears, which would be rather awful.
Also, I have two new prime suspects at work. Their question being when, not if.
But it isn't all bad. When I have Linnea in sight, I feel good (with
the occasional pang).
Last week Linnea turned 3! So big, and yet still our little girl.
She basked in the celebrations, at home, at pre-school (yes, she
started recently) and at her grandparents.
Gleefully snatching presents from the hands offering them, then
briskly unwrapping without an upwards glance!
The honesty of young children ...
We've managed to keep her safe and mostly happy for another year. I've
felt the same sense of relief at her second and first birthday -
there's a link with my overprotectiveness, I'm sure.