A Black Eye

Last week was a rough week for my poor DS. He had a little run in with a dump truck at school. He and his little buddy decided to play with the truck on the slide. When his friend sent it down the slide, DS didn't move fast enough (or maybe at all!) and the truck hit him in the side of his face near his eye. He's fine! He got a scratch and, eventually, a black eye. But he didn't cry or anything! My tough little guy.

It does look like DH will be home in July. I still don't have a date yet. I'm so excited! As soon as he gets home we are going to be able to start TTC again. I can't tell you how ready I am to have him home so we can get back to our lives!

It's funny how you react to the news someone you know is pg. Yesterday my sister was checking her email and read that one of our cousins is pg. My sister is very excited and happy. I, on the other hand, was devistated. My first reaction was, is she crazy?! She's too young, it's a bad idea. She's already got a 2yo son, and no, she's not really too young. She's got a job, her husband has a job, they have a house, all the things you're supposed to have. My reaction was purely related to my inabilty to get pg over the last 18 mos or so. It's dumb, and not fair to her. I haven't responded to her email yet. I need to. I just don't want to really deal with the pretend excitement I will end up having to portray.

It feels like both DS and I got a black eye this week...