It seems the world has moved a little fast, and the earth has been quaking beneath my feet lately. I was on top of the world, no less than a week ago. Cody and I were about to celebrate our 5 years wedding anniversary and I had begun sharing the wonderful news that we were going to have another baby. Don't get excited, as soon as I got comfortable with the idea, I lost the baby.

It happens, I know. It is God's way or natures way of taking care of an unhealthy pregnancy, I know. It is so common, I know. There is nothing I could do to prevent it, I know. I have heard them all and it doesn't make it suck any less. I loved that little baby from the moment I saw the hint of a double blue line with all my soul. I feel empty. I feel sad. I feel frustrated. I feel sad. Did I say that? Oh yeah. None of my thoughts about the whole thing are rational...

There was a tiny, little silver lining, my mom was here when it happened. And, boy is that a time when a girl needs her mommy. My poor husband has to deal with the hormonal aftermath that is me, I am trying to be easy on him.

So since that was Cody and my "antiversary" as we have been affectionately calling it, we did get a little alone time together on Saturday. My folks packed up the sugar-booger and took him down to Charlotte to be with his cousins, so we could absorb was just happened and try to reconnect. We needed some cheering up and nothing says cheer like Chinese food and the"Hangover". By the by, if you haven't seen this movie...go and bring a change of clothes...you might pee yourself it is that funny. Really. We ate, we laughed, we drank midnight champagne and chocolate cake, and slept till 10:00 the next morning. It was strangely, after all the badness, one of the best nights I have had with Cody. It makes me thank my lucky stars that I landed such a perfect husband, it amazes me how he can make me feel so good when I feel so bad. I did have a shiny moment in the weekend, it was wrapped in that beautiful, robins egg blue box of shear girly wonderfulness...a total surprise. He picked out an elegant band to celebrate our 5 years together.

We drove down to Charlotte on Sunday to barbecue with my brother and his family, Sam had been having the time of his life. And, as if the cosmos decided to just end the weekend with a bang...little Sambo had his first kiss-with a wasp! The boys were playing outside, when Sam came running to Holly crying and cradling his hand. Joe kept yelling, "A bee, a bee!" We all thought it just got him on the hand, until about 5 minutes into it his mouth started to blow up. I thought he was going into anaphylactic shock from the sting, we all scrambled a bit, threw him into the car with the intention of going to the drug store or hospital. We had Holly's epi-pen in case he started to have trouble breathing, but we all soon realised he must have just been stung on the lip also, most likely in reaction to the sting on the hand and he put the wasp in to his mouth, where it nailed him again. It was very scary! We got to Riteaid and gave him a big dose of Benadryl, the swelling went down within a few hours. Uncle Hamp and Pop-pop killed them a whole mess of wasps, there was a nest built in the fence. Lucky for the other boys no one else was stung.

So, tell me...how was your weekend? It had to have been better than mine.

A few pics of my poor swollen babe