Complaints
So, I’ve been pretty determined over the past 8 months not to complain. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Though I often and obnoxiously fall short, it’s a goal of mine in general.
“Do everything without complaining and arguing,”
The things we’re prone to complain about the most can usually be seen as blessings. Work, relationships, random pains, pregnancy. Going into month 9 there are plenty of things I could complain about. But none of it really matters when I feel a little foot trying to stretch out. It doesn’t matter if it’s 2pm or 12am (as it currently is). There were times at work that I was so stressed I would pray to feel a little movement to remind myself of what was really important. It nearly brought me to tears every time that prayer was answered in seconds. I don’t take a single movement for granted. And every ache and pain that comes with it is a blessing as well.
Now I don’t really always feel and think so positive. Especially when I get mosquito bites on my feet when I can’t even reach them. And yes, part of writing all this down is to convince myself that what I’m feeling isn’t worth all sorts of self pity. What I do have to remind myself of is to share what I’m feeling, good and bad, with those that care the most. Daniel needs to know when I’m struggling with my back or feeling a strong headache. Perhaps not because there’s anything he can do about it, but because he’s experiencing this with me. As he likes to remind me, my problems are our problems.
Mosquito bites at 3am are not fun. Not that I’m complaining…
You hopefully won’t read a lot of negativity here online, but trust me, I’ll always be honest when we have a heart to heart chat, because you’re with us in the good and the bad. That’s what a village does.