Liz came over to help out with the boys, and she came bearing gifts from her recent church trip to Argentina: soccer outfits for the national soccer team of Argentina, complete with a little ball. Daniel looked so adorable in his, even though it's still a bit big for him. Gotta love the blue socks, brown shoes and ubiquitous paci hanging out of his mouth!
It was a sunny day.
My former coworker Pat drove me to radiation, and it was so good to see her and catch up with her.
I finished my monthly column and turned it in, technically, on my deadline. OK, it was after business hours, but still. It's not easy to come up with one succinct, spiritual column about this cancer business.
I'm getting some nanny leads.
The midwife at my post-partum visit gave me her leftover breastmilk. It felt good knowing that both of us were gaining something positive from the exchange: I can give Ben breastmilk for a little while longer, and she is able to help someone who really needs it. Last night at 4 a.m. was the last time I nursed Ben, and it was probably the last time I'll ever breastfeed again, since we don't plan to have any more kids. That's sad, but it's OK.
Other people have started offering me breastmilk, too. Between that and all the other gifts and kindness coming our way, I feel as if we are being held up in a giant web of love and support. It's so nice.
David Cook is still on American Idol. Yay! Though I have to say, I was expecting better things from his rendition of Hungry Like A Wolf.
I saw my very first commercial for the Sex and the City movie, which opens May 30, and I have to say, my heart went all a-flutter!
Daniel went to bed early tonight, and Ben fell asleep during his bottle, which gave Steve and me some quiet time to hang out on the couch together this evening. With all the offers for childcare pouring in, we really should start going on dates again.