I’m hanging in there during this Christmas season. I love the Christmas lights, oh by summer solstice I am desperate for lights. And for Moscow Mules, Cranberry and vodka and wine. But never mind that.
I’m enjoying my son’s enthusiasm for the yuletide season, he’s been singing Christmas songs, and oh, yeah, my first Christmas concert at his school! That was wonderful even though I could barely catch a glimpse of him (it was packed) singing to Little Saint Nick with a santa hat, sunglasses and neon orange attire. He hasn’t asked much for Christmas, just an Ironman toy.
I went back to the specialist, waited and waited while they got a more detailed report of my ultrasound last month (that was supposed to happen before I got there, but there you go). They measured two of the multiple calcified fibroids a being 3 and 4 cm, not so big as to be of concern apparently. The options given weren’t really great (an IUD (WTF?), birth control pills (WTF?), hysterectomy (umm, though I’d love to be on bedrest and I might even lose weight….errr. no thanks) and so I’ll just muddle along. Not sleeping that great. Random pings of pain in my ovaries, that crampy feeling even though I had my period just 2 weeks ago. Hate the thought of my mum not hanging with the family at home, but we’ll go visit her.
I’ve made two sticky toffee puddings, gingerbread cookies with Boo, and next up is lemon meringue pie….no, none of it is gluten or sugar free, thanks for asking.
Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanzaa and Chanukkah, wonderful people!