Friday, July 15, 2005

Aunt Flow is a bitch

I mean it. I hate her. It's officially CD 1 and she has shown her face with a vengeance. Actually, it's more the cramps than anything. I just feel crappy. I was hoping I might just be wrong and that I could still be pregnant. I'm thinking no now.

I am also devastated...the tree that we planted for Isaac has been eaten by Japanese Beatles. Damn the Japanese beatles! There are only two branches that haven't been affected yet. It's bare. I don't think it's going to make it. It just figures.

6 comments:

Kathy McC said...

((((hugs)))) I am so sorry, both for AF and for the tree. Those Japanese beetles are horrid. They ate my basil plant down to the nubs. Uggghhh...

Hope your weekend is nicer to you than today has been.

Julie said...

(((((Holly))))) Damn it, I'm sorry!!! That was part of the reason I am so scared to plant a tree for Caleb. I just don't know if I could handle it. I got 3 plants from his funeral, and a couple of months after, my dog ate an ENTIRE plant. Literally, there was one leaf left. I was crushed. I have busted my butt trying to keep the other 2 alive. So far so good........

Catherine said...

I planted two trees...one for each of my boys. They both died. {sigh}

Sorry AF showed up.

Amanda said...

Holly, Holly, Holly. I don't even know what to say - I wish there was something I could do to help make AF (that bitch!) a little easier. I know what you're feeling. I'm sorry.

Jillian said...

I know the desperation...it is so cruel when she turns up and is soooo unwelcome. Such a twist of the knife:( ((HUGS))

I am also sorry about the tree. In biology at high school they taught us that where there is green there is life...can those bugs be killed off at all so you can save it?

laura said...

justin's mom gave us a beautiful tiny azalea tree, made up of three trunks intertwined - one for each member of our little half-assed family - and it is now basically a braided stick. it was lush and beautiful when she gave it to us and now no leaf will grow on it.

maybe these trees we plant for our lost children are so sad about their purpose they just can't make it. i know the sadness is killing me.