OMG my friend and I just watched THAT episode. It was awful. But this little baby is making me keep my emotions in check. Sort of.
I usually can’t make it through an episode of Grey’s without bawling my eyes out, but after a gnarly fight with Hubster last week I promised Baby I wouldn’t let myself get that worked up again. My hurt feelings aren’t more important than Baby’s health. And now Grey’s Anatomy can’t upset me that much. That dumb show is not more important than Baby.
But it was still excruciating to watch. I’m not gonna lie.
THEN I open Facebook and find that Hubster’s good friend named his baby Olivia. That was my #1 for a little girl. By some miracle, the few friends and family who have had daughters haven’t chosen that name so I really thought it was ours. I thought at least infertility hasn’t taken this away too. But now it has. And we’re so close. No, I don’t know the sex of this baby but I’m sad.
I’m really freaking sad tonight and feel like a giant baby myself.
Other than that everything is fine and wonderful.