I'm sure that Tony and I will eventually settle on how we're going to go about having another baby, but right now we're just playing a game of tug-of-war. At least we're not back in the place where we were back and forth about having a baby at all. I love that he smiled at me today and kissed my head and talked about how excited he was, and that he was 100% devoted to our decision to have another baby.
We talked again today about IUI, and he said we would likely try 2 cycles and then go from there. Though I'm totally unconvinced that he has dropped the reversal subject for good. I think that it will come back up. He may not say it, but I whole-heartedly believe that part of his wanting the reversal is because he wants to have more than one more baby. I can't be sure, but I think it's a possibility. That, or he just wants to get laid more. Either way. Seriously though, I know that he wants another daughter, we both do... but we're kind of prone to having boys. I think that maybe he sees the reversal as the best option in case we have another boy, and then it won't be such a pain to give it just one more shot. Nah, he just wants to get laid more.
In other news, we've opened our umbrellas, because per usual when it rains, it pours. Our health insurance lapsed which generally isn't a horrible thing. We were going to pick it back up at the beginning of the month when it rolled around. So since we had a plan in place, naturally the sky started falling. First, Anthony got an inner ear infection... $80 office visit, $15 antibiotic. Not too big of a deal, right? Well, then I get a letter... time for Aaron's immunizations. Crap. Well, that's another $80 plus shots. Then we get a letter from the pre-school... Aidan's physical from last school year is expired. By this point, we've got the hint. Don't let your medical coverage lapse. So we dish out the $50 for his physical. :::deep breath::: I am so glad that's over! But then God decided that He really needed to drive His point about our irresponsibility home last night. I got to Anthony's football practice in just enough time to see him crying about his arm. I took a look at it in all of its bruised and swollen splendor. I looked at Tony and shook my head. "It looks broken to me."
A few hours in the ER, and a few x-rays later we found out that it wasn't broken. That was the good news. The bad news? There's a possibility that there's a growth plate injury. And that could end up being much much worse. So we're watching it. If it doesn't get any better, then we have to take him to his regular doctor for additional care and he may end up in a cast for up to 5 months depending on the severity of the injury.
In the meantime, I will be doing a lot of praying. Despite my sarcasm and occasional wirty dords, I'm a very devout Christian (shocked?) and I keep the Lord in the loop for everything in my life. This will be no exception. I believe in the power of prayer, and trust that God will take care of me and my family. So this situation... or string of situations... is going to be left in His hands, because I know that I'm not strong enough to carry this all on my own.
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