Blerg!

Since I last posted our family has been struggling to drag ourselves over the finish line of 2010. At least one member of our family has been sick ever since I had strep back in October. We saw the slow decline of old Willie and ended up putting him down a week before Christmas. At the same time I was dealing with a difficult and ultimately unsuccessful pregnancy. I hesitate to share that with the internet (not that I have a ton of readership on my very intermittent little blog) but I feel strongly that the secrecy and mystery surrounding miscarriage makes it an unnecessarily lonely experience and is ultimately very damaging to women who have to face it. I have more thoughts in my head about the physical and emotional aspects of miscarriage that I hope to post soon but am not really in the mood to delve into right now. In the meantime, it feels appropriate to acknowledge my experience and the baby we lost in some small way.

It's funny, the last month is probably the worst of my life, and definitely of our marriage. At least it should be if you empirically judge the crap that has befallen us lately. But still I am without a doubt happier in this little life of mine than I ever was pre-Husband. Or maybe it was pre-Henry. It's hard to separate those two and the warm fuzziness they bring to my life on a daily basis.

This New Year means more to me than usual. I have lots of ideas for my life that I would love to blog about if I can find the time. I am trying very hard to have a home-cooked meal for dinner every night. I am working on decluttering our house, though perhaps less urgently now that another baby is further down the line than we expected. The other night Husband and I were talking about 2011 and we decided it should be the year of getting our sh*t together. I'll let you know how that goes.