So the rest of the weekend went surprisingly well. Yes, that is a bit of a subjective term, given the context of an emergency D&C (for which I've already received a bill, rather speedy-like). We were sad, a few moments of tears, but a deliberate decision to have fun in the moments when we weren't hysterical. And that was most of the time, as I'm not one for just sitting around being sad. I let myself be sad when that was right. But Kevin and I both took full advantage of the many fun distractions available to us.
Having my mom in town was the biggest blessing. Without asking, she immediately said, "I'm on my way up." She took time off work to take care of us, and Kevin and I would have had a very different weekend without her presence. Kevin was finishing tech weekend for Ain't Misbehavin', and thanks to Mom I didn't have to be alone. She was an absolute star, and I'm the luckiest daughter in the world to have the best mom.
On Friday, still feeling good thanks to great drugs, we made our way to the mall so Nancy had pants. Pants are important in Tacoma, because it's cold. And most strangers don't want to see us in our panties. But the mall is always nice for a little distraction and retail therapy. I found Kevin the BEST new shirt at The Gap, for rocking cheap. I wanted to get him a little present as well, something to make him smile. And it's perfect for this weekend. Mom picked me up a new sweater, also on the clearance rack, so we were very proud of our bargain shopping prowess.
A trip to the bookstore, a nap, a walk with the dogs. Steve joined us all for dinner at The Keg, giving Kevin some additional guy-type support. We talked some about our miscarriage, and more about other entertaining topics. It was a good balance.
Kevin's parents joined us Saturday for dinner and a show. We had home-made lasgana (so yummy) with Dana and Tim, making for a nice little party at their house. Then the five of us went to Ain't Misbehavin'. A great show, and it will only get better and better as the cast gets more comfortable on stage. They've got some great bits, and they all look fabulous. It was the perfect show to watch this weekend. Some additional entertainment came when the people in front of us left at intermission, complaining of the "obnoxious people laughing" behind them. That was us, laughing at the jokes. We were highly amused by this, and our joy was only diminished by the fact that we couldn't deal with these people personal-like, because they complained to the box office but not to us.
And if you see my husband, be sure to compliment him on his wonderful manicure. Mom treated us to pedicures Saturday morning. Kevin has pretty nice feet for a boy, but his hands are beat up from carpentry work. So I recommended a manicure. Mom and I sat, feet in bubbly warm water, drinking our lattes and watching Kevin get pampered. Too late did we notice the black nail polish. He plans on keeping it nice for next weekend in Phoenix. Luckily, he has black nail polish already for touch ups at home. How fortunate.
So life goes on. We're alright. Thank you so much for every phone call, message, email. Thanks for praying for us. Thanks for your stories of loss and future pregnancies that have gone well. Thanks for distracting us with fun, and for listening to us when we tell the same stories over and over again. Thanks for letting us talk about what happened. And hopefully, we'll have good news to share all over again when the time is right.
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