January musings

I was in tears laughing with girlfriends at dinner Saturday night as we shared our collective holiday experiences. I got so much unsolicited pity! Well, I admit: so far the last few months seems like a laundry list of things "not to do while pregnant" (have a travel disaster in a snowstorm while ill, get kidney stones, host both sides of family for the holidays after housekeeper quits, etc) so I just have to say that now it feels better. Aside from the facts that I have had a raging two-day headache (WHY??????) and continue to be plagued with digestive issues, the little whippersnapper-pipsqueak-squirmin'-wormin'-babe is finally big enough that I can feel him/her often.

And that makes me smile. Turning 33 next Sunday seems like a non-event. I sincerely do not care how old I am right now. I'm not young, I'm not old. I'm just me. I feel more like the me I want to be than I ever have in my life. I love my work (raising the kids, running the house) and I love all the things I get to see and do. I love that I can buy the stinkin $6 containers of organic raspberries without thinking twice, and I love sleeping on sheets that I cleaned and ironed. I love hearing my kids say things like, "Paigie, can I please play with your [insert prized possession]?" and reply, "Okay sure Graham, you can use it" I love how being pregnant makes every taste more intense -- especially veggies and fruits like my FAVORITE pink lady apples. I love that my husband sat at a green light last night on our way home because he was admiring me and telling me what a great mommy I am.