I also know that you know that you didn’t fail to keep your baby alive. But knowing, and knowing, are two different things.
I’ve been to the depressed end of the pool – and almost done some stupid things. I know how what seems logical when you’re depressed is *so not* when you aren’t.
I worry about you…no, that’s not wrong, I worry for you. If that makes any sense. I feel this sort of….ache where I wish I could help but I worry that anything I say will make you feel worse – I can’t explain it.
Anyway – speaking for both of us, Sam and I love your company. You as in you, and you as in your family. I wouldn’t be friends with your DH after all these years if I didn’t I guess.
You’re always welcome in our home – no matter what for. And if you guys do make it sometime this weekend, awesome. We have a new phone number for home, I’ll give it to you privately.
Do you guys by chance like SceneIt? The DVD movie trivia game thingamajig that I got Sami for Christmas?
]]>I resent myself for not keeping my baby alive. Seriously… that’s my issue. And I’ve been so horribly depressed about the whole thing that I haven’t even known what to do with myself.
This weekend DH & I are going apartment hunting. If we find something, I’ll be frantically packing the rest of the weekend. If not, I’m sure we’ll swing by.
Thanks for being your wicked cool self.
I don’t really know what to say, but as one of those IRL friends that you don’t see enough, it’s not because we don’t want to see you.
It’s simply that we suck at getting together with people – we kind of busy-bee our lives and sort of forget other people exist until we bump into them or they get ahold of us.
Anyway – this is an invitation. To do what I don’t know exactly, but we’re going to be cleaning out the impending nursery this weekend. If the idea of coming over while we do that doesn’t make you feel more doom and gloom (yeah, I know we’re the preggo w/o working at it people too…) then you’re welcome to come along, with or without DH.
And if you’d like us to drop by, well, let me know when – it can be arranged.
I don’t know what else to say, other than meaningless platitudes that you’ll just razz me about, so um, that’s about it.
Feel better, mkay?
]]>And as for the avatar photo you want to put up… all you have to do is click on “My Account” (located at the top left here, in a blue bar) Then on “Edit Profile”. It will let you browse for a photo, select it, crop it as you see fit and there you have it! Let me know how you make out with it.
]]>Anyway, I managed to write a short story, and I really didn’t mean to. Erin, I would like to put my picture in the “AVATAR” (sp?) frame, but I don’t know how to do that. I only recently became very interested in the computer, the Internet, and the “in’s n’ out’s” of everything. I’m learning everyday. I would like a face to my writings, if you know what I mean. Maybe I’ll try to send you a letter, with an “attachment picture” of me in it…Oh, I don’t know…I better go, but I hope you feel better. I know everything will work out for you.
Peace,
Brooke
If I say, “I feel your pain,” you may not believe me. Well, honestly, I do, on about everything you said. You being pregnant should “shake those blues.” Please, don’t think the same thing will happen because that would be A HUGE COINCIDENCE. Don’t you think? I mean, what are the chances of that happening, again? I really doubt that very much!
I know what you mean about these young girls, without a thought-process about how they will raise, support financially, and just BE PARENTS
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