So it appears that Ting is pregnant again! This comes as a majopr shock, and that is the mildest way of putting it. After all these years of trying to conceive, then fertility treatments, then losing Alison, I had just about given up hope of trying have a baby...and then THIS.
OK. Deep breath. That's better.
Our baby is a boy this time. My little guy. Our little guy. I keep rolling the phrase aroound, testing it out. My son. Son. Our son. It feels so weird saying it. We're having a baby.
Wow.
I hope that we can hold on to this one this time. I miss Alison a lot some days. When a friend of moine showed me pictures of himself and his son together, the feeling was excrutiating. A day later, on the way out of Lehman, I get the word from Ting.
More to come. What a way to start March.
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