“Hot August night and the leaves hangin down, and the grass on the ground smellin- sweet”
So the grass might not have been smelling sweet.. the Greek Theater is in Los Angeles after all. If I dared to smell the grass I would be more likely to find a rancid pee smell. Saturday night was warm though, beautiful too, and I enjoyed all of Neil Diamond’s greatest hits sang by the man himself. I would say that it was a pretty good weekend.
I’ll spare you all my usual break down of the entire weekend. We spent a lot of the time indoors, what with the 121 degree heat and all. The twins nommed on some cucumber sticks, avocado, and mango oatmeal. I drank a ton of beer and spent a lot of time sitting around in my underwear. It was pretty great.
I don’t know if I had mentioned before, but the husband and I had been planning on seeing Neil Diamond on the 11th since before the babies were born. We were able to obtain tickets to the show through some friends of ours, but weren’t sure if it was really going to happen since we hadn’t heard anything for months or been charged for the tickets. Late Friday afternoon I got a text asking if I was excited for Saturday, and that price of the show tickets were being charged that day. Thank the lawd that I had some cash in the bank. Having given up on attending the concert we had no arrangements for a babysitter, but after a last minute scramble everything worked out. Let me just say that I have amazing friends and family!
Is it weird that I teared up during the slow/tender version of I’m A Believer? You all know that I am not a romantic, but I am a sobbing mess of hormones these days.
I thought love was more or less a givin’ thing
Seems the more I gave the less I got
What’s the use in trying?
All you get is pain.
When I needed Sunshine I got rain
Then I saw her face, now I’m a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind
I’m in love, I’m a believer
The lyrics reminded me so much of the hopeless feeling of loss and infertility. Every month of trying to get pregnant was lost time. The more invested we were in getting pregnant the bigger the losses were. I am sure that all my fellow interfiles have had the “what is the point” discussions. It just hurts over and over. Then when I finally had a pregnancy that would stick, I hated being pregnant. It was horrid. Labor was absolutely traumatizing. But the second that I saw those tiny little baby faces everything was worth it. Everything. I would do all of it again. Cue the sobbing mess.
We didn’t get home until 3 am, and I only got 4 hours of sleep. I would also do that again.
I hope everyone had a lovely weekend.