Now where did I put that juicer? I know it’s here somewhere.
it may not seem apparent from some of my more recent posts — which
have dwelled on the darker side of infertility — I have also been in
search of balance. So it’s time, again, to put into practice the adage
that when life hands you lemons you make lemonade.
Sometimes it takes longer for me than I’d like to retrieve the juicer — other times not so much.
For example, after the disbelief dissipated following a single line on
a pee stick or a phone call announcing a negative beta, it was the
equivalent of “Miller Time.” Pregnant women are advised to abstain from
certain beverages. But a “not pregnant woman” can do what she likes. So
I’d mix a strong gin and tonic (with a twist of lime) or pour a glass
(or more) of wine. The next morning I usually followed with a stiff cup
of coffee, also a preggers no-no.
So today I remind myself that
my mommy peers might have achieved one thing I couldn’t but they are
also tied to mind-numbing feeding schedules, potty training, homework
assignments, play dates, soccer schedules and the like. Me? I wouldn’t
know the right car seat from the wrong car seat if it hit me in the
head. Rather than checking out the latest in kid essentials or doing
another load of laundry I have a different, more appealing assignment
— like wondering what awaits me in Berlin and Paris.
right I’m off to pack my bags. Mr. PJ has business that takes him to
Europe. He discovered American Express has a buy one, get one free
airfare offer. I’ll be riding shotgun.
Walking maps. check. Stylish shoes. check. This also means I won’t be
posting again until mid-April. I expect I’ll check in on a few blogs
while I’m killing time in airports, but the rest of the time I’ll be on
the ground exploring the streets, sights and sounds of a world apart.
April in Berlin and Paris with the best man on the planet. Hands down,
that’s the most alluring play date I’ve heard of lately…
À bientôt mes amis!