I’ve been exhausted all week, actually, getting into bed sometimes even before Gatito and sleeping 10-12 hours. I don’t know whether it’s ongoing jetlag or the miscarriage, light depression I haven’t been willing to admit to myself, or the combination of all those things gave me an excuse to act on my natural laziness. I was feeling low yesterday, and just for some time by myself, I jumped into the shower around 5:30. After I got out (and engaged in my stick peeing shenanigans), I was just putting on my pajamas when the doorbell rang. It was Tata, here to babysit, and I had half an hour to get ready!
After hearing the bad news earlier in the week, A had planned a secret date night, making reservations at a hot new restaurant and arranging for Tata to babysit. Never in my life has A ever done something so thoughtful and sweet. It was particularly surprising since I know he’d had mixed feelings (okay, that is putting it mildly– he was freaking out) about the pregnancy in the first place. I don’t think he was personally bothered by the loss, which is what makes it even more amazing that he was sensitive to how I was feeling. It was such a simple thing, but I can’t tell you how much it lifted my spirits.
