They say it never rains, but it pours. Especially in Britain in July. But I must admit, this is shaping up to be our unluckiest month for quite some time.
The one thing which has kept me and Lisa going through the past nine days of blood, bruising, torment and toothache - the one shining light on the horizon, which has convinced us that things aren't so bad, and that there's plenty for Lisa's battered and broken face to smile about - is the fact that we found out a fortnight ago that she's pregnant.
Unfortunately, as of 5 o'clock this morning, that's no longer the case. I don't know how many mirrors she's broken to deserve that, but it doesn't seem fair.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
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I'm so, so sorry.
That was me. Don't know why it's calling me guest again.
There is no answer to 'Why?'. But you are both SO good at caring for each other - and Am - so hang in there and you will come through it, together and even stronger. There's got to be sunshine around the corner. xxx
I'm really really sorry to hear that.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry to hear that. I'm sure all the trauma hasn't helped. On the plus side, she DID get pregnant so I'm sure it won't be long before it'll happen again. I agree with your mum's comment.
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