Here I am to scrawl a quick update while the water in my neti pot cools off a little.
I'm in the throes of my first ever sinus infection which hit right when my cold started to disappear.
Yesterday I spent the entire day feeling as though someone had just punched me in the left cheek. I was complaining to a friend about it and after offering all kinds of sympathy she asked: "So how are things otherwise?"
And I stopped in my tracks. In my mind there wasn't any "otherwise." Is there an "otherwise" right after someone punches you in the cheek? It took me a minute to realize that otherwise things are pretty good. I mean let's see...
I didn't go into labor yesterday which was huge. For all my crunch living, cloth diapering, natural birthing blah blah blah, if I had gone into labor yesterday I would have gone to the hospital and asked for an Epidural and an Ambien and told the nurse to wake me up when it was time to push.
I have a toddler who has only skipped a couple naps in the past few weeks and is doing remarkably well with the world of off-limits things that is his temporary dwelling. He hasn't wandered off into the wilderness or broken anything or jumped into bodies of water. He's learned to ask before he goes outside. Even though, maybe, just maybe, he got loose with some dry erase markers in the den this morning. (Sorry, mom. I'll have Jacob come repaint. It's really not that bad...you might even be a little sentimental about it.)
Last night at dinner my brother asked Jake if cinnamon rolls were his favorite food, and Jake responded: "Cinnamon roll's not food. It's a treat." And I could have died a happy granola death right then and there.
My friend Anne's baby arrived on Sunday evening. The little guy hung on through a really crucial month and delivered at 27 weeks + 1 day. He's stable, "feisty," and last I heard he wasn't on a ventilator which is pretty amazing.
It is delightfully Octoberish here. Jake made a fire in the fireplace with his Uncle last night, and we ate Butternut Squash soup for dinner. After July and August in Houston, I had stopped believing in cold weather.
I got to spend last weekend with my husband, and it was lovely. He's back in Houston at the moment working hard and ready to drop everything and drive whenever I say "contraction."
So, yes. Life "otherwise" is quite good. And while yesterday was a real struggle, today I feel a lot better, maybe like someone punched me in the face about five minutes ago.
Now I must go rinse out my sinuses and tend to this
who just woke up from his nap.