Like the tried and true advice from grandmothers everywhere, “If you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything at all, ” I’m operating under the assumption  that since  I don’t have anything interesting to say I should just be silent. I’m feeling a bit blah in general. I think it has to do with the cold, overcast days, the lack of time with Honey Bee, and the knowledge that time is slipping away but we’re unable to move forward with more fertility treatments right now.

I’m not feeling the holidays yet. I’ve never been a RAH RAH HOLIDAYS YAY! kind of person, but I like the excuse to see family and friends and eat yummy treats (like mashed potatoes) and sleep and sit by a fire.  I need to perk up and practice my other favorite cliche piece of advice, “Fake it ’til you make it.”

So, in the spirit of “fake it ’til you make it,” I’m thankful for:

my sister’s mashed potatoes

red wine

family and friends

the fact that I have several family building options available to me (I’m looking at you, states that recently restricted adoption to married aka: heterosexual couples-kind, loving parents come in all sorts of packages, and we will be better off as a society once we recognize this)

the sunny vacation I’m planning in my head

sarcasm and inappropriate humor