Learning how to deal

I try very hard not to lie to anyone, especially my dear hubby. But, I'm afraid when I agreed to his terms on Sunday I did just that. There will be a time to be happy, I know there will. In a little while.

On Tuesday I said goodbye to my dreams and my plans and my joy, for a little while. On Tuesday I had to say goodbye to our little Rookie.

"The New Deal"

Hubby and I have had a meeting of the minds. It's been one doozy of a day. We had a rocky start right off the bat this morning, mainly due to my raging hormones I'm sure.

We both had a lot of ups and downs over the last few hours at church and after a short but sweet discussion here at home we have come to an important decision.

Hubby calls it "The New Deal. Happy until it's not, and then...still happy."

We have decided that the only way for us to function and get through this ordeal is to just learn to be happy with the hand we've been dealt. We are going to stop looking around the bend in the road ahead for the worst to come. We are going to be happy. And if the worst is to come, we will find the silver lining at that point and still find a way to be happy.

So to that end...the cat is out of the bag. Hello world, guess what? I'm pregnant.

Pessimist or Realist

I can't decide how to categorize the doc I'm seeing. I finally heard back from her at 5:00 this evening that my blood work came back. "Your levels are......okay". Okay? What in the heck am I supposed to do with that?

I'm pretty sure this was the look on my face when I heard this, although I can't be sure. My levels are increasing at a good rate but still low. I've been instructed by her several times during this conversation to NOT get my hopes up. Hmmmmm......

Forget that.

Right now, I'm pregnant, and I'm overjoyed. Garion is my personification of joy. Does this kid know how to beam or what?

I'll get another peek into the dugout on Friday March 9th. Until then, prayers and positivity are my self prescribed medication.