I feel like I should blog something. Something funny and uplifting. I should tell you how great Missy is doing, because she IS doing great you all. So so great. Or I should tell you about how wonderful it is to be home. But these thoughts seem to come out better in the 140 characters required on Twitter than they do on the big open space of a "New Post" window.
Honestly, I am stressed. I am happy about the surgery, but worried about the lab results. I am stressed over the fact that I am spotting like crazy on the birth control. I think I have had a cyst burst in the last ten days. Maybe two. Which...you know... is really fun. My work is crazy busy and I am digging out of the hole from my time off. On top of that, we are having a consult this week for Henry and his non-talking, which I haven't really talked about or worried about, but the fact that they are coming in to evaluate it just makes it feel like something bigger. All these things are okay. Individually they are each not that big of a deal, non-issues really. But adding them all together on top of the worry over Missy and I am just on the verge of tears. All the time.
And then I worry about posting this. Because really, do you all want to hear more that I am stressed. That I am worried. That I am overwhelmed. Again. Still. We are so lucky Missy is doing so well, and that is what is important. I just wish everything else could sort of give me a break. Because I can't really handle anything more right now.