[benjita]

Two years ago was the year of hell. My wife and I had decided to try to have another child. She became pregnant around January. We lost the baby three months later. This led to two more misscarraiges within a year. We finally have another one on the way. It's lasted 5 months, and it's kicking like Pele in her stomach, even more so than our son had.

If that wasn't enough, I was supposed to graduate in the semester the first misscarraige happened. I might have still, if I didn't contract an insane ear infection that left me lying down for two weeks. Needless to say, I failed that semester, and with Financial Aid exhausted, I wasn't able to start classes again until this semester. The second misscarraige led to my dismissal from work, which I wasn't able to get another job for 8 months after.

(Oh, and for a little humor. My roof sprung a leak right over my computer desk. We came home from a party, and the computer screen was flashing red like it was Star Trek. Another $500 for a cheap computer and $500 for fixing the roof. Shit, we just got this house!)


Okay, that's enough of my whining for now.

Edit:
Mali: I agree with Deuce completely on his point (Can't believe I'm saying that). I don't know what happened between you and your dad, but if he's dying, you might want to think about seeing him one last time. If you don't you may regret it.

Also, your fear is my biggest fear also (and probably most parent's biggest fear). However, the way I hear you talk about your son (when you talk about him, that is), I don't think you have to worry about that.