The Thankful Post
Since this blog - at least lately - seems to be all-complaining-all-the-time, I thought I’d take a minute today to mention that I actually am very thankful for the many blessings in my life.
To wit:
- yesterday’s ob/gyn appt. went well. Blood pressure was behaving remarkably well (even at the dr.’s office, it was ‘only’ in the 140s/80s, which for me is nearly unheard of. I don’t know why it’s being so low, but I’ll take what I can get. The doctor also reassured me that the only kind of bad movement is no movement, and she seemed happy to hear that 2.0, so far, is Mr. Regularity when it comes to movement (he has fairly quiet mornings, gets a little rambunctious in the mid-afternoon, and tries to kill me from the inside anytime after about 9:30 pm - which, magically, coincides with my nightly gigantic bowl of chocolate ice cream, so I’m thinking there’s a connection there? Maybe?). And I’d only gained trace weight (2.0 eats all the ice cream himself, apparently), so that’s good, too. Next appt (barring issues): Dec. 4.
- I have M. Despite the fact that there’s a little part of me that wants to go in to the bedroom right now and wake up his sleeping-in ass (!!), I love him. He’s generous (gave MM a bath and fetched me beverages and abovementioned gigantic bowl of ice cream, complete with Cool Whip and sprinkles, all without complaining. And then let me put my head in his lap for my nightly pre-bed drool nap). He’s hardworking, almost to a fault (not so much in terms of being a workaholic, although he does tend to fret about work at home, but in terms of being a real stickler for doing a good job, come hell or high water. He doesn’t believe it, I don’t think, but it’s one of the things I love most about him. I hate half-assed work, which would characterize most of what I’ve gotten done in the last year or two). He’s cute as a button, in that Lance Ito kind of way. He’s getting better and better at the Dad thing, to the point that I’m not as worried about what kind of help he’ll be once 2.0 is on the scene. I’m just grateful that I get to wake up every morning to see him there next to me, even if the first thing I do is bat his arm away (he’s a cuddler. I am not.).
- MM. What don’t I love about this kid? I even love her contrary streak/river/fjord, because it says that she’s got spirit. She’s smart as a whip (gifted? Who cares?), funny (this is very true - she’s a riot, and she kind of knows it), hammy, strange - I mean, she’s just a great kid. I’ve been a crap mommy lately, but she’s handling it better than she should and I just don’t know what I’d do without her in our lives.
- My family. I think one reason my BP is behaving is that I’ve got emotional backup nearby. As much as I miss all of my far-flung friends, at this point in my life it’s a lot more important to me that I’m close to my family. And I’m grateful to M. for his understanding this; I enjoy his family a lot, but right now I need mine. I’m grateful that MM feels as comfortable at my parents’ house as our own; once 2.0 shows up, we’re going to need as many people as possible to help ease her transition from only child to big sister.
- My brains. I’m no genius (see below post about the keys, if you’re not sure), but I’m no fool, either. I’m stuck on my dissertation, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t think I have it in me to write the thing. I just can’t seem to get through the brain-fog of motherhood…something that’s going to have to be rectified if I want any chance of finishing the stupid thing. But I think I have it in me, still.
- My experiences to date. My life can pretty much be summed up as So Far So Good. It’s a heck of a ride, but I’m enjoying it. 
I hope everyone Stateside has a terrific Thanksgiving, and I’ll see you on the other side!
