The little things

Towards the end of my pregnancy, I began to nest. I had heard this phrase many times but it didn’t occur to me at the time that I was actually doing just that. The nursery was complete and waiting for the arrival of little man, so I focused my energy on the rest of the house. I cleaned out and reorganized every drawer and cabinet, went through boxes of stuff in the garage, rearranged my book shelves and many other tasks I typically ignore. After any of these nesting activities, I would usually sleep for hours. It felt great to tackle these tasks and feel accomplished.

Today is the first day that I felt relatively good. I woke up to my smiling little man, my husband made french toast and bacon for breakfast (I ate 4 pieces of bacon, just sayin’) and my cold is mostly gone. I was able to organize a bunch of things around the house, pick up in places that I haven’t touched in a while and catch up on laundry – all before noon. The rest of the afternoon we spent at my in-laws by the pool, enjoying a cookout. Little man got to swim between the rain and we all enjoyed watching him dance around the living room. It felt good. I felt like myself again. I was tired afterwards but it was a great day.

I know that the side effects will get worse over the treatments and that the days that I feel good will be limited until this battle is over. But in the meantime, it’s nice to partake in normal, everyday activities when I can. The next year will have its challenges and it won’t all be rainbows and butterflies…but it won’t all be bad either. I’ve learned to appreciate the normal, mundane days a little more; to appreciate the ability to take care of my home. I am grateful to have the good days, like today, where I can enjoy the everyday things that I once took for granted.

I’m also grateful that bacon does not taste like metal. It’s the little things in life.  🙂

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