Last year, a day before my big scary amnio, I bumped into a woman who I kind of know from around town but not really. She's pretty and blonde, and we realised we were both pregnant. So we get chatting. I was around 8 weeks more pregnant than her. She had already had two kids, I started telling her all about the amnio fiasco and how shit scared I was. I remember she said "Oh my God, I can't imagine having an amnio. That's horrible." (I agreed).
Anyway, I haven't seen her since. Today I was reading the local paper, and there in the death section was the most heartbreaking news. She had her baby two weeks ago, a little girl who lived for 29 hours. I don't even know this woman very well ... I just know how excited she was to be pregnant again. No-one deserves to go through things like this. I just don't understand.
I had been having a lousy day, until Mr TC rang and told me he was coming home to pick Tiger up so that I could go do an AA meeting. (Unheard of). And, he sent an apprentice home to start painting the babys room. Mr TC hates the colour I chose .... I think it looks wonderful. (It's called Silver Snow, a really light, fresh pale green).
I have nothing to complain about today. Absolutely nothing.