Tiger, dear, Tiger

Yesterday was Tiger Woods' public statement. I admit. I watched. I wanted to see what he was going to say. He apologized. Profusely. He apologized to his fans, his sponsors, his friends, his mother and his wife. Okay. It's done. Now, he can get on with his life.

I understand that part of the whole "Tiger Woods" phenomenon was and is the public persona. The perfect man. The incredible golfer, dedicated family man, friendly guy. But, as I told my husband last night, I will encourage Tiger Woods as a role model for our son. Why? He's not perfect. No one is. He's made a mistake and he might very well pay by losing his family. I don't know. That's up to him and his wife. But, I would never want my son to think that anyone is perfect. Because we're not. As Rob puts it, it's not Tiger's responsibility to guide our son. It's ours. We, as his parents, will be teaching him right from wrong, good from evil. It's unfair to our son to place that responsibility on anyone else. We are his parents.

I look forward to seeing Tiger on the golf course again. And, I truly hope everything works out for him and his beautiful family.

Woohoo!

I'm so excited! My surgery is set for March 3.

Is it normal to be excited for surgery? Probably not. But, then again, who said I was normal? Not I. So, what exactly am I excited about? I'm not excited about the IV. Or the recovery time. Or any of the pain.

But, I AM excited about what this means. This means that the next time I get pregnant, I might be able to stay pregnant. For 10 whole months. Through all the morning sickness and fatigue. And, in the end, have what we hope and wish for - the newest member of our family.