1.  Second hurdle (or third, if I count the fact that the lines got darker.  What the hell, let’s count that!) has been successfully leapt over.  Without knocking anything down.  Or or scraping all the skin off my shins.  Or breaking my leg, my uterus, or my heart.

2.  I came up with the bestest idea for a stroller blanket evah.  A Chinese tiger design, knit with Kauni yarn for contrasting color stripes, and if I’m feeling really extraordinarily motivated, I’ll learn to do double-sided knitting so that there isn’t a wrong side.  Very excited.  Now I just need to graph it out.  And teach myself a new knitting technique.  And knit the thing.

Which ought to keep me occupied until September, at least.

3.  The zen is holding.  Ok, I confess that there was a brief, brief instant of utter panic yesterday.  Yesterday was my, “OMG, what if my numbers are in the thousands, because it’s a molar pregnancy!?!” freak-out, but it lasted a mercifully brief time, and I got over it.

Honestly, I’m starting to wonder if I’m just one of those lucky pregnant ladies who just gets blissed out by pg hormones.  I was looking back on August’s horror, and realized that the beginning of the epic freak-out that ended in the miscarriage really actually began right around the time that Sprog died.  Hmmm.  Which made me wonder if what I was actually freaking out about was the sudden loss of the chemical bliss I’d been floating around in.

Whatever, as long as this pregnancy continues, I’m going to be very happy if the zen-like calm continues as well.  I’m still doing my part: eating well, listening to my affirmations mp3s, etc.  But I think I might just be one of the lucky ones who gets calmness & clear skin as nifty side effects.

If so?  Hot damn am I grateful, and I’ll bet my ‘had it up to here with the drama’ Boy is, too.

4.  I’m meeting Mo for chocolate after Wednesday’s beta & I’m already looking forward to it.  Damn, there are some really good things about living in NYC, and they’re all people.

5.  Sleep.  I cannot get enough of it – as the Lovenox-assisted dark circles under my eyes can attest.  But the nice thing is that I love my sleeping situation, wedged in between my husband and my whippet makes for the comfiest mammal-sleep I’ve ever had in my life.  The crazy dreams are nice, too, it’s sort of like settling down for a nice, interactive movie every night, now.  Not that I’m waking up all refreshed, but I’m certainly entertained…