Of what is Halloween an anniversary, you ask? Here’s a hint:
[The hint was borrowed from Cakewrecks — the funniest blog ever. Go read it so they don’t get mad that I borrowed their image. It is just so dang appropriate.]
Have you guessed?
Two years ago. Two years ago, and I will probably never ever forget it and will always throw back half a bag of candy corn in celebration of it, I saw the second line on my pee stick. I was released from my TTC duties by the insemination I did on October 19. Do I remember the date when Cakie got his first tooth? Nope. When Trucker took his first step? Unh-uh. But October 19 and October 31 will still be in my dementia-riddled brain when I’m 104. It was the day Trucker set me free.
I dressed up like a pirate and dressed Cakie like a pirate and walked him around the block begging for candy, door to door. All the while, I was haunted by that ghostly pink line I’d seen at four am that morning. Later, I took Cakie-the-pirate to my building Halloween party. And I took Trucker, too. It was his first “Lobby Party” as Cake calls it, even though he was just a doubling cluster of cells at the time.
As an anniversary present to you, my invisible friends who helped me survive the insanity that lead up to that 4 am BFP, I present a photo from Trucker’s “third” Halloween. My superhero, Speedyboy.
[Ok, I put a different picture in that was already horizontal. I think I originally didn’t choose it because Blue’s Clues is in the background. But who am I kidding? My children watch TV. No need to pretend that they don’t. ]
PS I dedicate this post to eggdrop’s ten follies. I’m sending a zillion virtual sperm Halloween cookies out to those about-to-drop eggs.