I woke up at the 3:39am today, eyes wide open and thinking about various things to the sound of the rain on our bedroom window:
- Stuff at work—nothing that’s really going to keep me up all that much, but it crossed my mind.
- Putting together a salsa for a party. I was actually thinking about the logistics of doing it in the work kitchen and decided yes, that was the best thing to do.
- How jealous I was of the woman who announced a pregnancy on the wedding Facebook group I’m on—I’ll be frank, I think she’s something of a hippy-dippy moron.
- How I haven’t been able to call my parents yet to gently ask my dad to stop suggesting fertility remedies, stat.
As a consequence, I felt weepy when I woke up. The above has been rare, so rare of me lately, that I’m not above attributing some of my weepiness to hormones. I am, after all, in the two-week wait. And while I’m not anticipating a BFP, my body has been up to all kinds of shenanigans (lots of ovarian pain following ovulation, some mild cramps, and some delightful shooting pains in my side this morning, yay!).
Bottom line, I may be PMSing, big time.
It’s also pouring in the D.C. area. (If you’re doing an active commute today, I salute you!) I had to bring the car in for the aforementioned party, so I knew I didn’t have to deal with the rain that much. But as I packed up my salsa fixings and workday necessities, I got grumpier at the idea of stepping out in the rain.
Before I left, I gave my husband a hug and a kiss goodbye (he didn’t have to go in until later). He tickled my neck with his day-old facial hair and made me laugh.
Dressed wisely (as opposed to yesterday) and with a slight smile on my face, I got myself out the door.
In my big fuchsia rain boots and jeans, I trampled through a big puddle on the way to the car. And my smile got a bit bigger.
The drive was easy. I got to work on time despite the rain (which seems to slow down traffic), found a kickass parking spot, and then ducked into my office. After securing my salsa fixings in the fridge, I dropped off my bag in my office, and then contemplated coffee. Did I really want to go out in the rain for coffee?
Why, yes. Yes, I did.
So out I went again with my trusty umbrella (soon to be replaced), still in my jeans and big fuchsia rain boots. I again tackled big puddles without fear and secured some of my prized hazelnut coffee. I was smiling a little bit more.
Throughout all of this, I was running into coworkers at the office and in the lobby of our building, all greeting me cheerfully. I returned their greetings, also cheerful.
It’s not a perfect day. I can tell I’m still slightly grumpy.
But I am surrounded by goodness. I just needed to open my eyes to it.