Taking things for Granted

I admit... there's lots of things I take for granted.

All too easily, I find myself bitching and moaning about this and that without much regard to the fact of how well I have things.

Today, in particular, I'm thinking about how lucky I feel to have my little monster. Aside from her being cute as all hell... (in my totally biased opinion, that is...) you add in the fact that she's healthy and I had nine-plus months of little to no complications for my pregnancy, and like I said, I feel pretty lucky.

I also end up feeling shitty, cause I don't take the time to realize this every day. I mean, I KNOW deep down I've got it good, but sometimes it's just so easy (and FUN) to complain. But I digress.

What's really got me thinking is that today is my friend's birthday. you see, she's a few days away from finding out whether or not she's pregnant. This may not seem like a big deal, but she and her husband have been to hell and back trying to get pregnant. It makes me mad, cause someone as kindhearted and loving as her has such a hard time, and every few minutes another crack-whore drug addict is getting knocked up.

And don't get me started on all the women that have to go on Maury Povich to find out who of any number of men could be her baby-daddy. It falls somewhere between sick and wrong, but again... that's just my biased opinion.


then I look at sites like this one, and I get a glimpse of someone ELSE... this time someone I don't know... a perfectly good person, just try try trying for a baby. And all the links on her website show just a miniscule FRACTION of how many more women are out there in the same situation. This girl finally did get pregnant, so for her there's a happy ending.... or beginning, depending on how you look at it.... turns out she's having twins.

Anyways, it's Friday, and I don't mean to be melancholy.... I'm actually in a great mood.... I was just thinking about my birthday friend, is all. My present to her this year, as well as all the other hopeful moms (and dads) out there... is to never, not ever, take my little monster for granted.

....Now, I'm not saying I'm not going to ever get urges to send her to another planet for a little while 'cause she's driving me crazy---- I'm just saying that I won't take it for granted on how fortunate I am to have this little baby in my life.... even when she poops, pees and pukes on me... all in the same morning.

Count your blessings, kiddies... whatever they may be.