I’m having this lucky streak now. Seriously I don’t know how it’s coming to me but it is, without a doubt here. Last year was easily one of the worst years ever – for almost everyone in my family. It was so incredibly stupidly awful. Death, tragedy, loss, more death, babies lost, jobs lost, kidneys failed. And now? This year seems really awesome. My mom fell in love and just got remarried. My brother fell in love and got remarried. A kidney transplant just went down and both my sister and my nephew are recovering nicely. My little sister, as well as my niece are joining me as preg-natos, which if you didn’t know – my belly is full with not one but two boys wrestling for space, which feels like a punchline to a joke which I cannot figure out.
And there are little things. Out of the blue, the perfect new apartment fell into my world last week. It didn’t so much fall as have an assisted glide from the Mayor of the neighborhood, Robey. This place has space for my family, it has an upstairs and a downstairs, it has a back yard, it is conveniently located next door and across the street from my two part-time nannies super-duper great friends who I will not abuse with requests for help. No really I won’t. (Unless I do. In which case I’ll blame the lapse of judgement on postpartum whatever.) And best of all – the place is only $150 more per month than we are paying now. This was more than we ever even dared to hope for. And here it is, lease signed, moving date set. Roan has picked out what color he wants his new (bigger!) room painted. Black, of course.
Then last week I met up with some amazing women at a BlogHer conference I went to. Lots of these women were writers whose work I already admired (The Madonna of the Blogging World, Ree from Pioneer Woman enjoyed feeling this giant belly, and couldn’t have been sweeter and oh by the way, mind if I brag, boast, and twitter-drop a teeny bit? Check it out:)
Let’s just hope me posting this little *ahem* name-drop doesn’t ruin our brand new budding friendship. I want to take the relationship just a bit further so I can help her choose proper shoes to wear while navigating the NYC streets because I hear her toes are suffering from this last trip.
BlogHer also allowed me to hang with my friends from Thursday Night Smackdown, Mamaista, Momtrends, In Jennies Kitchen and then meet and became fast friends with some kindred spirits from Mommy With Tattoos (who is also at The Stir), and The Urban Suburban Mom. I also fell in love with a stroller from iCandy but it’s too soon for me to actually be lusting after a stroller, isn’t it? But it is beautiful. Ok. (Seriously it’s beautiful. And built for twins!)
And finally – Roan and Anson arrived home safely, and happy – and that is the luckiest thing yet. These guys being gone made me realize that no matter how many awesome things are happening, they’re only 1/3 as awesome when I don’t have them around to tell.
I’m happy, readers. I’ve found out that things do get really bad. And then they get really good. And will probably get bad again one day. But then will probably get really good again! I cannot control these things, but I can name them, recognize them, and hang on to them.
And since I want to share my luck, I’m posting your lucky lotto numbers. Try these! (Give me half of the $ you win though please). 4, 26, 35, 42, 43, 59. Disclaimer: I’ve never played Lotto so I don’t actually know how many numbers to choose. But I’m feeling lucky, punk.