El Sandi

“The heat that’s in the sun
… will keep us when there’s none.”
U2 – Window in the Skies

We got in the car and drove north. After I last posted, I developed an allergic reaction to the antibiotics and swelled up like a balloon, and then Tiger woke up one morning covered in a purple rash. I lost it. I was dangerously, perilously close to chartering a magic white horse to gallop me far up to heaven, to God Himself, and punching him square in the face. Enough. We have had Enough.

So, Mr TC gave everyone at work a week off, we packed our stuff, and went chasing the sun. We just drove further and further up. Monkey is a motherfucking hero, not a peep out of him the whole way. He just slept. Sometime recently, he has morphed into a superstar baby who does not cry much, and sleeps like a champion. It’s funny … with Tiger, I would fuss over him, and lay next to him to make him go to sleep. Mr TC would roll his eyes, and mutter something about the “Golden Child”. Monkey slept in a different bed 3 nights in a row recently, and it didn’t faze him at all. I am so laid back, the second time around. Considering.

I have missed you, friends in the computer! I had a dream that I could see multi-coloured rays of light beaming on us from all over the world, and it was you and your love and I thank you, more than you will ever know. I thought I would start a little IVF blog, have a baby, than tie it with a neat ribbon and say, that’s that then. (The blog, not the baby). I now know that I will always blog. It’s opened up an amazing world of wonderful, colourful, amazing souls. I expect to be bugging the nurses in my old people’s home in a few decades .. for a better internet connection.

Winter of 2008 is dead. It was without a doubt, the worst winter I have ever known. Ever. It was Australia’s coldest August in more than a decade ….. so blustery, and freezing, and bone-achingly cold. To be up north now, and feel the warmth of the sun on us …. is sublime. Spring has motherfucking sprung. The warmth and sand have oozed into us, bringing us all back to life. Mr TC is the sickest he’s ever looked. He has gained weight, which he is worried about. Of course, he keeps prodding the jelly on MY belly, to make him feel better. I’m like, I have just had a BAY-BEE, turdburger! What’s your excuse? (Ha – the spell-check for ‘turdburger’ suggested ‘torturer’ instead).

His excuse, of course, is the chemo. I keep battling this awful feeling that this will be the only family holiday we will ever know. I’m pretty sure I’m wrong, but it feels yucky nonetheless. I’m used to seeing women always check Mr TC out, right in front of me. It never fails to piss me off, and he always thinks it’s hilarious. Alas, no chick checks him out these days, as he is so sickly, pale, almost devoid of eyelashes. I can’t believe I can’t wait till he starts getting the once-over again!

I painted my toenails. For the first time since the baby was born, I have red toenails again. I took a photo, but don’t think you can see the red …….



Did I mention we are staying DIRECTLY across the beach! That is the view from our freakin BED. We drove straight here, looked at the To Let sign in the window and booked it. Mr TC is at the beach right now, with Tiger. Monkey is asleep. I’m writing this in a word document, and will try to hack into a wireless somewhere to post.

I bought a black hairband with a silver heart on it, which, according to holiday tradition, will last all of 5 minutes. There is no decent coffee here. We will go 10 pin bowling, and do a dolphin cruise, I will buy a summer dress, and Tiger shall bond with Mr TC. Nobody in this town knows us, which is blessed relief. I will soon get my eyelashes tinted and brow waxed …. maybe even a haircut!

We may never go home again! (Edited to add .... I just posted this, but now Monkey woke up and I have to go, boo! I will be back - alone, to catch up on everyone. I am STARVED of my bloggys news!! Starved, I tell you!! xox)

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