I would like to write a sonnet to express my deep appreciation of your mere existence, but I'm sure you'll understand when I say I would rather go to sleep.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
My goddaughter, Josie, is in the midst of making the leap to big girl panties. Hello Kitty, in fact. After she proudly showed me her super cute undies, she wanted to know what I was wearing. Well, boring big girl cotton whites was my answer. Sometimes conversations with a nearly 3-year-old really make you reexamine your choices. Hers are clearly so much more fun.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
I've had the same approach to organizing since I was a child.
For lack of a better term, I call it the method of destruction.
Nothing is safe. Everything gets moved from its proper place.
Things worth keeping are kept. Things that should have been discarded years ago are discarded. (Yesterday, I found the invitation to my best friend's 12th birthday pool party. We both turn 36 next month.)
This approach would be highly effective if I used a methodical grid method, going shelf by shelf, closet by closet, room by room.
That's what a sane person would do. That is not what I do.
Instead, everything I own is currently somewhere in the middle, covering floors and table tops, embodying the visual definition of chaos.
Had I known I was going to cause this much destruction over the long weekend, I would have taken the whole week off work.
Instead, I'm saying panicked prayers that there isn't some kind of emergency that would force me to allow someone into my home. God forbid anyone see this mess.
Monday, May 27, 2013
I can't say I did anything particularly patriotic today. I enjoyed my day, my chores, my errands, time with my mom getting our nails done. All the while, I was thankful to the men and women and their families who make such a day possible.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Brunch at a friend's house. Dinner at my parents' home. And a homemade brownie in between. Happy Sunday. Happy tummy.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
We are in the midst of a massive reorganization effort.
Today, it was Us versus Paper.
We're gaining ground, but the battle will continue tomorrow.
Friday, May 24, 2013
"Of course, the only path to amazing runs directly through not-yet-amazing. But not-yet-amazing is a great place to start, because that's where you are. For now. There's a big difference between not settling and not starting." ~ Seth Godin
This is a reminder I need. Sometimes the tiny step toward amazing (or at least, better than here) is so small it doesn't even look like you're moving. But if you don't take that step, you end up standing still.
Friday, May 17, 2013
About a year ago, I was emotionally preparing myself for a childless Mother's Day.
I woke up that Sunday morning and the first thing that happened is I started my period. I wasn't surprised, but the timing stung. It felt like a slap from the Mother of Mother's Day.
John and I went to Mass with my parents. I sat by my mom and thought about how grateful I was to have her as a mother. Of the four of us (my mom, dad, John and me), I was the only one who still had a mom to celebrate Mother's Day with. What a gift and one not to be taken for granted.
The day improved substantially from then on. When they honored all the mothers at Mass, they included "godmothers" for the first time. (When it comes to godchildren, I'm blessed with 5.) Even my dad was excited about this and said, "Christina, that's you!" I stood up with all the other moms as the priest gave us a blessing.
My family went to brunch at our favorite fancy restaurant tucked away in a rural part of Almaden. The cell reception at La Foret is spotty at best. When we returned to civilization, I realized I had missed phone calls and text messages from many of my friends. They wanted to tell me I was a mom, a godmother, a spiritual mother, the kind of mom all women can be to our friends and family.
At the very end of the day, my dear friend Liz showed up at my doorstep with a present wrapped in lavender tissue paper. I knew what it was as soon as she put it in my hand ~ a small white statue of Mary that Liz's mother had given her. Most statues show Our Lady holding Baby Jesus. This one shows her pregnant. Liz and her husband, Dan, had been married 14 years before being blessed with their daughter Eden, who is now 2. If anyone knew Mother's Day stings the hearts of infertiles, it's Liz. Along with the gift, she wrote me a beautiful letter reminding me that while we don't understand it, God does have a plan.
In some weird, hard-to-explain way, I felt I had celebrated my very first Mother's Day that day. My heart was so full. I felt honored and grateful that my brand of motherhood (while not to children, but maybe in the way I love my friends) was valuable and meaningful.
This year was different. I celebrated Mother's Day 24 weeks pregnant.
|Me & John, Mother's Day 2013|
We found out we were pregnant on December 18th, one week before Christmas. I still feel like I'm living an alternate version of reality. Not that I mind. I love this new world John and I have found ourselves in. If fertility is your struggle, I wish I could draw you a road map to get you to the place where I am now.
The truth is, I had been doing less than usual in my attempts to conceive. I hadn't been taking my metformin for about six months. I had stopped taking all my supplements and prenatals. I had actually gained 10 pounds.
But toward the end of 2012, it felt like something was about to happen, I just wasn't sure what.
On the first Friday in November, John and I had two priests over for dinner. At the end of our evening, they blessed our home and prayed over us. They knew we were struggling with infertility, and they asked God to fill our lives with life. They did not ask God to give us a baby, and I felt a peace knowing our lives had been filled with life, especially through the joy of spending time with our friends' children and my sister's kids.
In a chance meeting, two days later, my friend Alison introduced me to a woman named Carol after Mass. Carol and her family were new to the parish. During the course of friendly small talk, Carol asked me if we had any children. I replied, "No, but not by choice."
Carol immediately explained that while on her honeymoon and visiting the St. Francis of Assisi Basilica in Italy, she had touched an icon of the Madonna and Child and had a vision of herself holding her son. This happened in the gift shop, where the wood carving was for sale, so she bought it. And now she wanted me and John to borrow it, bring it into our home and pray with it.
I don't know about you, but when a stranger offers to lend me a priceless, irreplaceable holy object, my answer is immediately, "No, thank you." In case of damage, breakage, or general wear and tear, I have a policy not to borrow anything I can't replace for 150 bucks. So I politely declined.
Three days later, Carol called. She had the icon in her car and she was bringing it to church for me to pick up. Carol had wrapped the wood carving in baby blanket materials. She said to me, "I'm just going to step out and claim your baby from God for you." Then she said, "When you have your baby, I'm going to make you a blanket out of this material."
The icon was beautiful. But I didn't see a vision or even get chills when I touched it, and I really wasn't sure what to make of her bold prayers on my behalf.
I struggled to make sense of what Carol and her icon were supposed to mean to me. I settled on, if nothing else, that I thought meeting her was a reminder from God that He knew the desires of my heart. He had not forgotten about me, and I quietly told Him I wouldn't be mad if the icon didn't miraculously bring a baby into our lives.
The following Sunday, there was the anointing of the sick at Mass. It's a great tradition, and perfect for cute old ladies with their walkers, but I look relatively young and healthy and didn't want to draw attention to my malfunctioning uterus. However, it had been only 10 days since the priests prayed over us and a week since I met Carol. I kind of felt a spiritual push to get over myself. So I went up to the altar, and I was glad I did.
Exactly a week later, I started my period. But the next month, I didn't.
I thought for sure I was going to. I had abdominal cramps for more than a week, which I blamed on the Jillian Michaels-impersonating instructor at the kickboxing class Erin and I were attending somewhat regularly.
And I would be remiss if I didn't say I was experimenting with eating gluten-free, plus John and I had challenged ourselves to juice once a day in the month of December. (That went out the window once nausea set in.)
But in terms of dietary changes, the most important was obviously switching from California to French wine for the month of December.
John and I love California wine and rarely drink anything else (not that we drink wine all day, but you know what I mean.) The characters on a show we like drink French wine, so when the BevMo coupon arrived in the mail, I thought it would be fun to see if Bordeaux and Burgundies were worth all the fuss.
Maybe the soil is more fertile in France. I really don't know. As one of our friends pointed out, "the French are very romantic." They are the only people I know, other than the Eskimos, who have a kiss named after them.
|Ultrasound at 19 weeks|
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Happy Mother's Day to all the amazing, brave, rock star mamas, grandmamas, godmothers, aunties, sisters and girlfriends I know. Your BIG LOVE makes the world a better place one heart at a time.
Friday, May 10, 2013
This was so good, I took notes. How to design a life of yes and be ridiculously happy:
1. Identify your ingredients. (For example, write a list of things "I wish I could get paid to do.")
2. Own your superpowers.
3. Scratch your itch.
4. Embrace your suckage.
5. Act fearless.
6. Drink "Why Not?" kool-aid.
7. Don't belong.
8. Do for others.
10. Nike it.
11. Do for you.
12. Know you're not alone.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Hello May 8th,
Thank you for surprising us with wonderfulness.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
I'm not sure I actually have writer's block or if I'm just taking B.W.O. (Blogging Without Obligation) to a new level.