In a few hours, Augusta will be having a D&C after a missed miscarriage, and my heart is breaking for her. Those of us who have crossed to the Other Side certainly need no reminder of how damn lucky we are, yet this cruel universe sends 'em anyway. Far too often. To all of you who have been through this experience she will have, I am so, so sorry.
It might seem unkind to juxtapose that thought with the following, but after all, this is why we keep striving in the face of indescribable heartbreak:
Mr. Bunny, entering the bedroom at about 3 am with a freshly changed Bun Bun: The GRUNT-O-MATIC 3000! It grunts! It squeaks! It spits up! And when you've had it for about thirteen years, it hates you!
Me: Um...why...would...anyone WANT a Grunt-O-Matic 3000?
Mr. Bunny: Because! When you've had it for about six weeks, it smiles!
Me: *heart melts*
If you've got a Grunt-O-Matic 3000 of your own, give it a special kiss. If yours is still on order, I pray that it will ship soon.