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Bad news always seems to come in droves for Nina. Whenever it rains, for her, it fuckin' pours, man.
She went into the doctor on Monday, according to schedule, and when they did the ultrasound they couldn't find a heartbeart for the baby... which means she miscarried. She'll have a procedure tomorrow to remove the placenta and other tissue, which shouldn't be painful or anything. When I talked to her on the phone, she seemed kind of upset, but we'd known for awhile that there could be problems with the pregnancy (she'd been put on hormones because she wasn't producing enough progestorin and the baby wasn't as big as it should have been because of that). But they were working hard to fix things and keep the baby healthy, so she's justifiably disappointed. It's all rather puzzling to me, because this was Nina's second pregancy, and they're supposed to be easier with each successive baby. Although, with Nina's history of health problems and track record with freak illnesses and accidents, it's like her karma's still trying to bite her in the ass or something.
On top of that, Steve's company got layed off. (Small company, hadn't been getting many clients lately...)
They get unemployment, and Nina's still got her teacher's salary, so they'll be ok for awhile, which is good.
And my darling nephew Sean seems to be healthy as ever. (I got him sticky foam letters for the bathtub while I was grocery shopping with Becca a while ago.)
Thursday we leave for Muskegon, and my family is all excited to pop Jeremy's camping cherry.
Also, he'll be meeting the Indianapolis crew for the first time.
(Aha, and you thought the gauntlet was over after you met the extended family! None such luck.)
Downside is that we'll miss Daniel (from GESH) when he comes to Chicago for the weekend, but I'll still see him again in the fall.
We'll be sharing a tent and food with Kristen and Kevin, and I'm really looking forward to seeing everybody since I haven't been to Muskegon in a couple years. I'm also very glad that I don't have to tent with my parents... I have a lot of love for my older sisters for treating Jeremy and I like the couple we are when we come to visit them--Jeremy's always welcome, they're happy to offer up a room for the two of us to sleep together--- they just want us to be comfortable and feel... at home I guess. Like we don't have to act special or different then how we would when we're home. My parents seem stuck in the irksome and outdated mentality that marriage somehow magically and fundamentally alters a relationship and before that point everything is tentative, nothing formal. That's like saying that a girl doesn't have breasts until she has to wear an underwire. Excuse me? Little boobs are boobs too, and there's no real reason that you have to wear an underwire, ever. It's just one choice out of a sea of lingerie, and whether you go around in sports bras, shelf bras, a pushup, or a JC Penny satin underwire with frilly lace--- your boobies are still boobies.
(/awkward analogy where boobs = relationship)
Also, I need some TV on DVD, because I'm really sad whenever we miss House.
She went into the doctor on Monday, according to schedule, and when they did the ultrasound they couldn't find a heartbeart for the baby... which means she miscarried. She'll have a procedure tomorrow to remove the placenta and other tissue, which shouldn't be painful or anything. When I talked to her on the phone, she seemed kind of upset, but we'd known for awhile that there could be problems with the pregnancy (she'd been put on hormones because she wasn't producing enough progestorin and the baby wasn't as big as it should have been because of that). But they were working hard to fix things and keep the baby healthy, so she's justifiably disappointed. It's all rather puzzling to me, because this was Nina's second pregancy, and they're supposed to be easier with each successive baby. Although, with Nina's history of health problems and track record with freak illnesses and accidents, it's like her karma's still trying to bite her in the ass or something.
On top of that, Steve's company got layed off. (Small company, hadn't been getting many clients lately...)
They get unemployment, and Nina's still got her teacher's salary, so they'll be ok for awhile, which is good.
And my darling nephew Sean seems to be healthy as ever. (I got him sticky foam letters for the bathtub while I was grocery shopping with Becca a while ago.)
Thursday we leave for Muskegon, and my family is all excited to pop Jeremy's camping cherry.
Also, he'll be meeting the Indianapolis crew for the first time.
(Aha, and you thought the gauntlet was over after you met the extended family! None such luck.)
Downside is that we'll miss Daniel (from GESH) when he comes to Chicago for the weekend, but I'll still see him again in the fall.
We'll be sharing a tent and food with Kristen and Kevin, and I'm really looking forward to seeing everybody since I haven't been to Muskegon in a couple years. I'm also very glad that I don't have to tent with my parents... I have a lot of love for my older sisters for treating Jeremy and I like the couple we are when we come to visit them--Jeremy's always welcome, they're happy to offer up a room for the two of us to sleep together--- they just want us to be comfortable and feel... at home I guess. Like we don't have to act special or different then how we would when we're home. My parents seem stuck in the irksome and outdated mentality that marriage somehow magically and fundamentally alters a relationship and before that point everything is tentative, nothing formal. That's like saying that a girl doesn't have breasts until she has to wear an underwire. Excuse me? Little boobs are boobs too, and there's no real reason that you have to wear an underwire, ever. It's just one choice out of a sea of lingerie, and whether you go around in sports bras, shelf bras, a pushup, or a JC Penny satin underwire with frilly lace--- your boobies are still boobies.
(/awkward analogy where boobs = relationship)
Also, I need some TV on DVD, because I'm really sad whenever we miss House.
