Yesterday sucked. I fell asleep knowing it was going to suck. I woke up knowing it was going to suck. And, well, it sucked. Shocker. In case you didn't notice, I'm trying to see how many times I can use "suck" in this post. Suck. That's seven.
I anticipated the day's suckage because I knew we were headed to the doctor for a follow-up visit. To discuss our "options" and sit around an illustrated book of reproductive organs and sing Stairway to Heaven while I played my acoustic guitar. I'm an awful singer and I don't know how to play the guitar, so you can imagine how pleasant the experience was.
I do, however, enjoy looking at x-ray photographs of my lady parts. Also, I have a ball (no pun intended! OK, maybe just a little intended!) comparing sperm to linemen on a football field. I told the doctor he needed to come up with an analogy for us ladies, because my eyes begin to glass over the moment I hear "quarterback" "strong safety" and "linemen."
So, after the day was done, what did I do? After eating mocha chunk ice cream for dinner and going for a 5 mile run, as the sun was setting down over the trees....
I sat on this
In one of these
With a glass of this in my hand
With her at my feet
...and him by my side
With a life this wonderful, it's hard not to feel like life really is good. Even when it's awful.