Trying to Stay Positive

Google tells me I first registered this blog in August 2009. Yet this is the first post. And it's not because I'm lazy.

For the past three years, our lives have resembled an absurdist comedy, like Waiting for Godot or The Bald Soprano. Time has completely lost all meaning, and we've been stuck in a cycle of hope, joy, loss and sorrow that can best be described as existential. Endless doctor's appointments and ultrasounds and blood work and hospital visits have yielded nothing but angry anecdotes about insensitive doctors (especially the infamous "Doctor Boatshoes"), and a growing disconnect from longtime friends who've had babies.

Yet the current "cycle" (see photo, above) seems inherently different from all the last. We've made it safely and smoothly into the second trimester. Our last doctor's appointment lasted a-minute-and-a-half. The anxiety has begun lessening, although the terror has risen. Hope inevitably leads to sorrow, right?

I'm restarting - or perhaps more accurately, finally starting - this blog as we prepare to announce to the world our news. Yes, we're going Facebook official tomorrow. I worry that this is further evidence that we're pushing our luck, tempting the fates to once again shoot us down. And yet ...

We've begun to refer to the fetus in Carrie's belly as "the tiny monkey."

Estimated date of arrival is Aug. 4.

At last, we're ready for lift-off.

Right?