- I'm not best friends with the porcelain throne. We had a six month
love/hatehate relationship the first time around, and I'm okay with not facing that right now.
- I've been reading on twitter about all of my friends and their newborns waking up every 2-3 hours during the night, and I'm happy to report that I sleep a solid 12 hours a night. Or I could sleep 12 hours a night because Ry does, but I don't. Sleep is my friend
- My nipples are not cracked and bloody. Yes, I just said that. Forgive me.
- I can eat raw cookie dough, and not worry about my calcium intake.
- I don't have to pee in a cup on a monthly (or more frequent) basis.
- Exhaustion. I can sleep for 8 hours and feel rested. Most days. It's not a constant sleep catch up marathon in which I always feel like I'm behind.
- Heartburn. Where in the devil did that come from? I've never had heartburn in my life except pregnancy, and I'm perfectly okay with that remaining as a fact for the rest of my life.
- Did I mention that I can keep fried foods down?
- Leg cramps. I don't get them. No
slappingwaking Trey in the middle of the night to massage a charlie horse our of my calf 6 times a night.
- My hair is normal. It's not extra stringy or knotted or breaking off. It's just normal.
- I'm not swollen. I can't fit in my pants, but it's not because I have swollen up like a blimp. It's because I can't say no to chocolate. Or popcorn. And I can say no to running.
And, that, my friends is why I'm okay with not being pregnant right now. Don't take that the wrong way, I totally want a baby and would be ecstatic if we found out we were pregnant tomorrow, but for today I'm thankful that these things are not a fact of life. I'm making the best of the situation.