So, I had a nice dinner with my father for his birthday last night. We took him to Roadhouse (after much deliberation, he wanted to go to Cracker Barrel and then to Rockney's. I told him you only turn 55 once so you'd better eat steak) and we had a really nice time. The weather here totally turned to garbage again last night and the roads were trecherous, the nice thing about that is that we had the whole back room of the restaraunt to ourselves. So when Asher got bored of sitting in the high chair we could let him run around a little bit. My brother and Martin came, too, so that was nice. Overall, a good evening with my dad, which is nice because, well, if you read my blog you probably know already.
Asher is cutting his 3 year molars I think, he keeps waking up at 5:30 am or so and he's been chewing on fingers again. He won't let me look in his mouth but I thought I saw one of them crowning in the back when he was tantruming yesterday.
So, I reconnected with an old friend last night. It didn't exactly go the way I had planned it. So...I might have posted on her facebook asking how her pregnancy was going, you know, just to start a conversation. In a private message she responded that she lost the baby. Wow. I feel like an inconsiderate a-hole of the highest degree. I know I didn't know but still, I feel horrible. If it were me, I think I wouldn't need constant reminders of it. She had to deliver her dead child. I can't think of many things worse than that. I just can't. I couldn't sleep last night, I just kept thinking on it. And feeling bad. And checking on Asher. You know, it gets me a little paranoid. I wanted to talk to someone but I didn't even know who to call or what I would say. I am just deeply upset by it.
I'm having coffee with her tonight, so hopefully that goes better and I don't make it worse.