What I'm grateful for

No, I haven't called about the therapy yet, and this isn't the first step of my "program." :) I just decided that I wanted to remind myself (and tell all of you so you don't think I'm miserable all the time) that I really have so much to be thankful for. Here's my list for the day.

1. T. Sometimes I wonder if he's the only one who would put up with my BS. I know that I can be difficult sometimes (and opinionated) and he just rolls with the punches. (Then again, he has his own fair share of BS that I put up with, so I guess we're pretty even.) If soul mates exist, he really is mine.

2. D. He's such a gift. Especially now that I know how hard it could have been to have my first baby, I hug him a little tighter and love him a little bit more. (He says 'I love you' now, although it sounds more like, 'oh-wah-doo.' Totally gets me every time.)

3. The ability to be a stay-at-home Mom. I know not everyone can afford to do it, and it's not for everyone either, but I love it. We've had to make some sacrifices and cut some things out of our budget to afford it, and although there are days I'd rather be at work, I really wouldn't trade it for anything.

4. Although I've complained some about friends and family who aren't terribly supportive, I know I'm not alone. (That is, I know that almost all women who have IF issues or have had miscarriages feel like their friends and family don't fully get it, either.) I also have to say that I'm very lucky to have a few friends who do get it - in some cases not the ones I expected to, and talking to those people always makes me feel better.

5. So thankful that I live in a state that mandates that insurances cover infertility treatments and that I don't have to wait months to see doctors.

6. I'm very grateful for the fact that although my anxiety is annoying, it isn't debilitating. I still do all the things that give me anxiety, I just have anxiety before I do them and have to push through it. I know things could be much worse.

7. I was going to stop at six, but I had one more that I really wanted to include. I feel so lucky that music moves me. A friend of mine told me the other day that her husband just doesn't feel the same way about music as she does. I guess it never really occurred to me before that not everyone has the same emotional response to music.
Music can cheer me up, pump me up, make me laugh, make me cry, make my chest tighten in anticipation of the next note... For me, it's an amazing gift.