Five good things

A day out exploring
Getting my lovely old fountain pen back from being fixed
Crisp clean cotton sheets on our bed
Rummaging at the boot sale and finding bargains
Taking the time to smell each and every one of the beautifully scented roses on George's rose bush


What good things did you find this week?

I don't want to be here

I don't want to be the mother of two lost babies.

I want to be the mother of one or perhaps even, no-way-you-got-pregnant-again?!

I don't want to be contemplating a life without children.

I want to be complaining of exhaustion and sleepless nights.

I don't want everything I blog about to relate to loss.

I want to blog about family and art and love and cats and fun.

I don't want to struggle to find 5 good things in a week.

I want to find good things everywhere.

I don't want to worry about whether my period-after-miscarriage is normal
or if I'm bleeding too much or not enough or cramping too much.

I want to be blissfully ignorant about hormones, peesticks,
supplements to help with ovulation or the age of my eggs.

          I don't want to read about your pain.

                                                                     I want to have found you blogging about your joy.


                            I don't want to know any of you people...


                                                                                  ...not like this.


                                                                                             But I am so glad I do.

When you wish you hadn't wished for the thing you wished for

I foolishly wished my period would just start already and...

Lo, the gods of menstruation chuckled evilly, "Ha, now she wishes to menstruate does she? Behold, let the floodgates open... Muahahahahahah" *thunderlightning*

Oh lordy I haven't had a gusher like this since my teenage years. Three days of H.E.A.V.Y which is hopefully beginning to ease off now.

Yesterday I mentioned to Ray that menopause might be quite relaxing compared to this and he gave me quite a look...

Five good things

It's been hard to find five good things this past week.

I found myself feeling unbelievable irritated at everything, and most especially at my clumsy fingers.
I have developed a sort of typing-dyslexia and I just cannot spooll aynthnig correctly.
*urge-to-throw-things*.

And then I realised that, duh of course, it's only a post-miscarriage pms-esque hormone rampage.
*facepalm*
I have had the cramps from hell for 4 days. If I am going to have a period I wish it would flipping well START. In fact HOW DARE my body get itself back to "normal" so quickly and efficiently 4 weeks after losing Little Poppet. Why can't it be as efficient at keeping my babies alive.

And then someone ripped the (always carefully folded in) drivers side wing mirror from our car on an apparent whim.

Oh and a chin full of spots.

You may at this point be detecting just a teeny weeny tiny smige of anger. Five good things? Really?

*deep-breath*
*deep-breath*
*deep-breath*
*remove-swearing-from-post*



Five GOOD things from the last week:

Going out on that date, picking the perfect place to eat and then walking barefoot on the sand.

A large piece of chocolate cake. All. To. My. Self.

My darling scratching my itchy back last thing at night.

Flea treatment that worked (not for us humans: that's not why I was itchy).

Unexpected emails that made me smile.


I have decided to post my five good things every sunday.
What are your good things this week?