Thanks for nothing. I mean, I didn't ask for much, just that you didn't kick my ass as hard as the year that shall not be named. Well, you did that, in a way. You didn't suck nearly as much as your mean little sister, but you sure as hell didn't rock my world with any sweet surprises.
In some ways it feels like you were the year of sickness. Colds that turned into pneumonia, UTI, cellulitis (on my effing face!), a plethora of viruses for the kid, and even a sick husband (who has the immune system of an ox) a couple of times. You're leaving us with a week of head colds and a mild double ear infection and more snot than I'd like to wipe, thankyouverymuch. Hopefully your big brother 2011 will be the year of strong immune systems.
Fertility wise, you didn't devastate me nearly as much as your mean un-named-bitch-of-a-year-sister, but I as I draw ever closer to my 40th birthday, my personal window on trying to conceive is closing. After several months off, we were back at it, only with a twist. Simple. We went back to infertility basics choosing to do medicated IUIs with little chance of success. Well, we had little (ie:no) success. The year is closing as I wait one last time to see if we succeeded, so throw me a bone, twenty ten. please. After this cycle I may be hanging my ovaries up for good, or we may throw one last pity party in my underpants and try a mini ivf before putting this old girl out to pasture. Yeah. big big big decisions. Infertility and treatment have been such a prominent part of my life for so many years that I almost don't know what life would be like without it. So let's see if you can make that a little easier for me, no? I'll give you a dollar and speak kindly of you to my friends, promise.
You did bring Ruby some lovely leaps this year, 2010. Nothing earth shattering or mind blowing (other than a couple of pees in the potty and one poop, last week!) but a lot of nice steady progress. She's doing well in school and we're looking forward to getting back to the routine next week. This year also brought me more peace about her autism, more questions about how to proceed, more support in many different venues, and some healing from the grief that surrounds raising a child with special needs. I have no doubt that there will be more grief to process, but in many ways I was able to step up to the plate with some grace and power. I'm really hoping your older brother 2011 will bring more of that, with some profound shifts for us all.
In closing, thanks for not sucking total ass. You've got 12 hours to rock my world. Bring it.