My precious. My Big Mac. Not only did my husband come home, but so did our shiny new iMac, with shiny new key board and honking big screen. It's lovely. Delightful. It's faster and cleaner, and best of all, it won't crash. I don't know whether this falls under the heading of Simple Pleasures, but it is a pleasure. And having Geoff home, it doesn't have to go without saying, that this is an even greater pleasure.
Last night I was propped up in bed and listening to Geoff tell about Laura and Gary's wedding, and while he shared family news I got to use our camera and scroll through all the pictures he took. More pleasure. I enjoyed hearing about Grandma's quilt and the snow that fell on Sunday. He described the good food served at the reception, and Emily's beautiful new baby, and the new baby Gabe and Betsy are expecting. I wish I had been there to hear Sophia at the piano and Kayla playing the flute, and to hear Kristen singing. And in a minute I will download the photos Phil took, as well as the music that Laura and Gary chose to share on a disc...
Not because it's interesting, but because it is at the forefront of my existance: I am throwing up a lot. And I just learned that the laundry room sink can't take what I bring up. I'll spare you the details. Just kidding...I think I should document ALL the details. A very good update came today: The baby is on target for the due date. At our last appointment things were not looking too favorable in terms of the embryo's size, and from past experience we found the news very upsetting. Now everything is looking good, and this gives me some emotional strength.
So, while I'm not in utter barf mode, I will be looking at new photos and dreaming up new iMovies...
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