Cellulitic Bliss

I don’t even know where to begin.  All’s I know is I miss writing.  Nevermind the fact that I don’t have an audience.. hmm.  Maybe it’s better that way, I don’t know.  This place feels so unfamiliar yet it’s nice to be back.  Maybe temporary (again), who knows!

Amazing how much has changed since the last time I wrote.  I finally gave birth to the little boy we’ve waited so long for.  Then we were thrown a curve ball immediately right after such a momentous event and we were told of Mom’s big C diagnosis.  Great way to welcome the new year, indeed.  Ha.

But all is well, I am grateful to say.  Mom is fighting and has hopefully fought it out of her system.  What treatment is left to be done is simply to rule out any microscopic thingies that might still be lingering.  Be gone already, *&^%$#@.  I no longer question why it had to be mom as I firmly believe God does not give you what you cannot handle ~ and wow.  Mom has handled it all with grace and in everyone’s humble opinion, it seems she has evolved and bloomed in ways she never did in the past.  Funny how things work out, eh?  Mom is absolutely blooming and kicking ass in that silent, graceful way of hers.  She is beauty.

My little boy is thriving as well.  8 months old as of yesterday!  He reminds us to be joyful in times we forget how thankful we should be.  I just love having a baby in the house.  Being a mother a second time around has been difficult but every day, I try a little harder.  Or I think I do.  I don’t know… you’d have to ask my kids hahaha.

I hope this is a new beginning to good things.

Right after researching some scanning software, I was putting food away in the frig last night when I felt the strongest jab ever on the left side of my tummy.  It didn’t hurt or anything but it sure was surprising.  I have had an inkling that I could already feel the baby moving inside of me around week 11 (little flutters here and there) but according to my doctor when I brought it up, he said it was impossible as it was too early.  But hey, it’s my body — I should know, right?  But fine.. I dismissed it (well, not really) and pretended like I agreed with everyone that it might be everything else but the baby.  But last night?  Okay, there’s NO mistaking that.  My baby was making his or her presence known.

And I’ve been feeling her all day today.  14 weeks on Saturday, still a ways to go.

I love, love, love “P.S. I love You.” It is such and incredibly romantic chick flick. Even thought the plot deals with the death of a woman’s soul-mate, their love helps her overcome his death through a series of letters he write he post mortem.

She reads each letter and her whole face lights up as he tells her to experience new things and get on with life. The film is beautiful shot with flashbacks of the couple, Hilary Swank and Gerard Butler. It is also shot in Ireland and the scenery is so lush and unbelievable. It made me want to turn off my satellite tv and go to Ireland right then!

My favorite scene is when the couple meets. Hilary Swank’s character is lost in the vast countryside and she runs into Butler. He leads her back to civilization as they spend time talking and laughing. I love that they meet by chance and it seems to be fate. He tricks her into a kiss and after she runs away claiming, “if I see you again we know it was meant to be!” Luckily, they meet once more.

She eventually realizes to let her husband go and move on with her life as a show designer. The movie is perfect in every aspect and it makes me smile at the hope it offers.

I am a little bummed that our summer didn’t include any out of town trips this year.  I can’t even remember if we traveled last summer.. which kinda makes me even more bitter for Erynne (okay, fine.. I’m bitter for myself, really).  But that’s life.  We have a few things coming up in our lives that have to take priority and some big ticket items that come with it so I guess we have to play that responsible game that adults do.  Bleeeh.

On a happier note, my cousin A and his family from Alaska are currently on a road trip.  Yes, I wanted us to join but hubby wasn’t able to get the time off on such short notice.  Unfortunately, I got a text from them the other day that they had to stop a little longer in Los Angeles because their Ford Explorer unexpectedly broke down on their way to San Diego.  They are all okay — including my 4 nieces and nephews.  Good thing we have family nearby because our other cousin M was able to help them find a Los Angeles auto repair shop right away.  Turns out there was a problem with the head gasket.

As I type this, they are on their way to Legoland.  I hope they surprise us with a visit.  Wishful thinking!