Blessings

It seems somewhat passe to write about being thankful given the time of year. I mean, everyone's blogging about this particular notion at the moment and the goal is to be different from the rest, right?

But the fact is I am thankful.

For SO much.

At this time last year, I was recovering from the removal of the 'roids that plagued me. They were making my life a living hell but, most importantly, they were preventing me from getting pregnant.

But they're gone now.

I've complained quite a bit about how uncomfortable this pregnancy has been. I've opined about how those moms-to-be who simply love being pregnant are either not telling the truth, or have somehow been replaced by pod-people or androids or some other beings immune to the realities of this condition. Really, what's so great about having to sleep sitting up? What's better than having a hole burn right through your chest?

Hmmm? Anyone?

But I'm fortunate enough to be able to walk to the drugstore & purchase some relief.

I was watching I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant last night and a woman was talking about having taken 5 or 6 HPT's during the 9 months prior to finding out she was pregnant. They all came up negative.

Up until that point in the show, I was simply watching. I had no other reaction aside from the obvious, 'how could she not know'. But when she mentioned having had all those negative tests, it was like I traveled back through time and I could literally feel the despair rise up in me. The disappointment at yet one more negative HPT.

But now I'm carrying a blessing inside.

I'm saying all this to say that, even though everyone else is talking about how thankful they are, I'm happy to jump on this particular bandwagon. I wouldn't trade being pregnant for the world. I wouldn't trade the heartburn or the reflux or the cankles or any of it.

Because I know the result will be an even bigger blessing.