11/15/2012: Nothing doing

I've been quiet.  I don't really know why.  It's not that I have nothing to say.  I guess, though, what I have to say has already been said.  Endometriosis sucks.  The surgery I had in September appears to have done next to nothing to give me relief.  I can't say nothing, but it sure is next to nothing.  I'm still living in pain.  Apparently this is my life.  Sadly, I have no idea what to do next.  What else can I say?

That's all I'll say about that.

Here's something for your viewing pleasure.

I just love that picture.  So happy.  They are so amazingly perfect.  They are so much fun and that's starting to mean more and more every day!  They are so close to walking.  It's so cute to see them working through this process of learning to walk.  They've both taken multiple steps and then when they realize that's what they are doing, they promptly sit down and laugh. It's so cute!  We'll catch them standing up without holding onto anything and then just start doing squats.  Yes, down and up, down and up.  Not just down.  If they can do that, surely they can walk.  It almost seems like it's an active decision not to at this point.

They've technically moved up to the next room in daycare.  I say technically because they still actually spend the majority of their time in the infant room.  But we are now paying the toddler room price.  It's hilarious - the teacher in the infant room and the teacher in the toddler room are very actively arguing over who gets them.  The infant room teacher doesn't want to lose them.  She says they are the only reason she laughs all day long.  The toddler room teacher is eager to get them in her room.  She says they are always into something and all the kids are always wondering what's going on next door.  The toddler room and infant room are divided by a half wall so they can pass kids back and forth to make the transition easier.  In the infant room they have cribs but in the toddler room they get cots.  So naptime alone can be a major transition.

Anywho.  Want more pics?  K.  Here goes.

I love these baby boys so much.  A little while back I came across a blog about a little boy named SuperTy. He was fighting cancer, a particularly rare and aggressive form of brain cancer.  I posted a blog of my own to share the family's blog and have been following them ever since.  SuperTy died in October.  On my boys' birthday.  I'm home right now through the rest of the week because of my fun-filled battle with endo.  To pass the time, I'm going back and reading that blog from the start.  SuperTy battled cancer for over 2 years. And it was a battle.  And reading these blogs, this story, just makes me cry.  Sometimes I get to laugh.  Quite often I cry.  I cry because Ty did not deserve that life.  I cry because the whole family did not deserve that life.  None of them should have had to face that and Ty should have lived healthy and normal years 3 and 4.  I cry because it so easily could be either one of my boys.  I've lost to cancer before.  We are battling cancer in this household as we speak.  But when it's a 3 year old fighting the fight, It's.  Just.  Not.  Fair.  To know it could be my babies is heartbreaking - which is heartbreaking because it's not, so why am I worrying that, ya know?  But I can't think "it can't happen to me".  Too many things that supposedly only happen to other people have happened to me.  It so easily could happen to me.  Only God knows the journey we have in store.  I hope and pray and beg and plead that these boys have a blessed and beautiful life.  Whatever crap or negative life events need to happen, please just let it happen to me.  Please, God, protect my beautifuls and let them grow up to be big and strong and do whatever they want.

Just like every mother, normal mother, anyway, wants for their child(ren).

With that, I'm going to sign off.  Can  you believe I wrote something so short?  haha.

I hope y'all are having a good week.