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22.11.07

things to be thankful for

Socks.

I don't recognize the Christmas music they're about to start playing on the radio.

We didn't turn out to need help in the fertility department. We know multiple sets of people who really want a baby and are trying really hard, and it isn't working, and i feel awful for them and i hope it all kicks into gear very very soon, and it's way more common than anybody thinks it is to need help, since you always hear about people getting pregnant completely by accident. But it can take years and years and thousands of dollars. So.

The Neiman Marcus christmas gift book can be viewed for free online.

I have a well-equipped apartment in a pretty good location.

In Vienna.

I can still vote from abroad.

I had an incredibly easy pregnancy. Many people have awful issues here too: with the nonstop morning sickness that isn't just in the morning, no matter what they say, with the blood pressure and complications thereof, with pregnancy diabetes and preeclampsia, with Rhesus factors being incompatible, with backaches and headaches and joint problems, and all i had to do was wake up to roll over. Pregnancy is not a walk in the park, but all i got was a walk through the really not so nice district, rather than nine months of sheer black hell. Also i had nine months of it instead of having preterm labor and a preemie baby, which is simultaneously more common and more scary than you would think.

Pizza delivery.

I can fit a shower in most days.

Related: I have the bestest husband in the history of husbands.

There are people that i love and that love me literally all over the world. (I hope more of them visit.)

Our bed is very, very comfy. That mattress that was more expensive than i wanted it to be was worth it and we haven't even been sleeping on it a year yet. Nasa foam for the win!

The restaurant downstairs is yummy and not really expensive.

I got in almost two days of mostly-natural labor, which i wanted to try for. Birth did not go entirely according to plan, but i am happy with the choices i made and how it was under the circumstances. Having a second degree episiotomy, and the healing thereof, was not as bad as i was afraid (blankly panicky terrified) of. I didn't have to have a c-section.

Coffee.

There is an english bookstore downtown (or, well, three) if i get desperate.

Our kinda-central heating works.

Seriously, i have great fucking skin.

Red wine is considered good for you these days.

The dogs, being nearly-five and nearly-six, are quite calm, by now, most of the time, and unless they're ill only need two walks a day.

The fruit here really is better.

When i bought that pair of boots, i could donate two pairs of shoes that they were replacing - the pair of scrappy boots, and also the pair of warmer but cuter non-boot shoes. Seeing as how these were both (1) boots and (2) cute.

There is an Ikea nearby where i can get a warm fleecy throw blanket.

Cillian Murphy.

I have the cutest baby ever in the entire world. she's beautiful, and makes the prettiest little noises, and has the most adorable blond little eyelashes, and ten fingers, and ten toes, and a little pink birthmark on the back of her neck just above her hairline that'll be invisible when her hair grows in more.

I'm not a vegetarian and can therefore eat turkey this weekend.

The pregnancy weight (which there wasn't very much of to begin with) came off easily (by me not doing anything more than continuing to walk more than i have ever walked in my life). This is not normal.

Sometimes M makes me tea. (see also: bestest husband.)

The dogs are cooperative in making the bed warm before i get into it.

I can't tell anyone because it'll jinx it, but she slept seven hours in a row last night. I can put her down half awake in the bassinet, sometimes, and she figures it out and goes to sleep on her own. (Note: sometimes.) She is not colicky, we haven't had issues with breastfeeding (except some oversupply and some extra lipase, but that's like nothing!), she likes walking so i'm not totally housebound, she doesn't have awful painful gas, she's seven weeks old and healthy and gaining weight on target, she's not screamy, and she is utterly perfect in every way we have so far encountered.

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