Sad Day

I was quite busy with work this week.  It is amazing how I have more to do even though the lines are not really running.  I did very little crafting.  Mostly piddled around with new project ideas.  Yes I know.  I have so many UFPs (unfinished projects) that it is silly to find some more.  Especially since I didn't even do my inventory of fabric & sewing supplies yet.  A week without crafting leaves me a little depressed.

I went to a diabetes seminar on Thursday night and learned quite a bit.  Before the seminar I stopped in a store to pick up a notepad.  I ended up picking up 2 quilt magazines as well.  They are the projects I mentioned earlier. That and the Craftsy Block of the Month.  I had a little bit of inspiration but was still kind of down.


I did the responsible thing on Saturday.  I had told my husband that I wanted to spend Saturday sewing. Instead of sewing or crafting, I actually went through all of the stacks of papers that have been piling up (for a year) and then I filed it all.  Plus I started the taxes.  I was being a good girl but had planned to start sewing in the evening.

While I was working on this miserable task, resenting it the whole time, my son texted me.  His ex-girlfriend and he were expecting a baby in September.  She miscarried.  My son is pretty torn up over it.  The sweet young woman is also suffering.  This would have been her 4th child.  She unfortunately is not close to much of her family and I am afraid that she does not have much of a support circle.  I found myself being very sad over the whole thing.  I worry about the mother.  I can't imagine the pain of losing a child even early in the pregnancy.

I do not approve of pre & extra marital sex.  I believe that sex is asacred and intimate act.  I feel that it has been polluted by the casual attitudes of our society.  I was less than happy my son was living with the girl even though I really like her.  Their break up was bad and took place before the pregnancy came to light. 

My son said He understands why "God" ended the pregnancy.  He said that he and Kim couldn't be nice to each other and there was no way they could raise that child in a healthy environment together.  Still I know he is hurting and I am sure so is she.  I take comfort in my sons words.  For the little heathen that he tries to be, he has a good understanding of God's love for all of his children but especially the innocent babes.

I am just trying to get things together and not dwell on it.  I am sad for the loss of a child but am glad that the child did not come to earth into an unhappy / unhealthy home.  I will pray for my son and the mother.  I hope they will heal quickly over this but doubt they will.