During the last few days I've been thinking about how I've made a lot less blog posts in September than in June, July, and August.  I've never been a journal keeper, so I suppose that I should be pleased that I've managed to write anything even once monthly during four consecutive months.  Part of my slow postings is due to less information to share than at the beginning of this crazy adventure - that's about to change.  Another part is that the emotions of the situation have stabilized a bit.  That's not to say that I'm still not sad, scared, angry, etc.  It's just that I've had some time to adjust to all of those feelings and I'm a little more used to them now.  I suspect that they will continue to resurface from time to time.  Since school started there is just less time to think and write, and less energy to do either.  I'm doing less, Cathy is doing less, and the boys are doing less in terms of activities than we've done in many years.  Still, the routine of school, homework, music lessons, swimming, baseball, and the like takes more time and energy than in the summer.  My mind is pretty well occupied with all of that with little room for anything else.  And then there is Clara.  It's easy to think through an entire evening's plans, get it all worked out, and then remember that I need to feed a baby and make sure she's sleeping.  It's a joy every time, but I forget sometimes that there is one more person to care for than in the previous 9 years of my life!

Tomorrow we meet with the plastic surgeon for the first time.  I think we have our questions all lined up, but I'm sure it will be a steep learning curve anyway.