The first week back to real life always sucks. It's almost over.

The car was under warranty, thankfully. We did find out that we'll prolly need a new timing belt with the 100,000 mile tune-up. At least I have a couple months to save up 1000.00 for the repair. It's cheaper than buying a new car, even if it is 7 years old. I might have a hostile uterus, but I buy reliable cars (if you don't count the pontiac).

We went to dinner tonight, after picking up the car. A band was playing, which isn't uncommon in Austin. We have guitarists playing at the entrance of the grocery store. Austin is the "Live Music Capital of the World." I avoid all music when grieving. No radio, I don't even listen to NPR. So the band made me depressed. I was dealing with it fine until I looked over and saw this man holding his daughter in his lap and taking pictures of both of them smiling with his cell phone. For some reason this made me want to cry. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. When I saw the man and his daughter, I thought to myself, Chris is never going to be able to that. 5 years from now we'll still be taking pictures of our cats and garden.

Chris is outside moving ALL my plants into the garage. I guess he thinks I was kidding when I said,"Let them all die." It's seriously bothering me that I can make things grow everywhere accept where it matters the most.

Don't worry I haven't ordered my "Babykiller" T-shirt yet. I'm saving that for the 4th miscarriage, because we all know that there will a 4th an 5th miscarriage. At least after number 5 I'll be done. I'll be a shell of my former self, but I'll be done.

It's time for wine and chocolate. No wonder I gained weight.