Daisy and I were preparing to announce any day now that after a long series of fertility treatments; and a brush with death from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy; and much ongoing arguing with assorted insurance companies about getting double-billed, and the meanings of the terms “Unlimited Coverage” and “No Lifetime Maximum” on medical coverage; the joyous news of the pending arrival of child #4* in June of 2013; a child whom I was intent on naming Freya.

We discovered just this morning that we’ve lost her.

You know that feeling you get when you walk down a flight of stairs in the dark and forget that there’s one more step? Something like that.

And, with that, I’d like to offer my gratitude to

• the staff of the University of Colorado Hospital ARM office for the past twelve years that did lead to the success for Daisy and I with Little Dude;
• to Amy for her selfless contribution that led to Little Miss;
• and to Shannon, for Boy Wonder (and by extension, Special K and JM).

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* or #6 depending on your perspective–longer story there.

In IRC chatting with another engineer:

eng: Damn, I had to leave my 1911 in the car.
eng: And it’s cold out.
eng: I feel like a bad parent.

I LOL’d.