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Getting needled

Posted May 12 2009 6:15pm
Before I tell you about my Perfect Moment for this Monday, I encourage you to pop over to Summer's blog and read the letter from her future self - the one we all wish we had from our future selves when we are wondering how it will all play out and if we will survive it.

I have to admit, I had a harder time with the actual holiday yesterday than Summer. I spent too many years hating it to turn around and embrace it so quickly. Brad likes to say (lovingly), "You're not bitter, your just consumed with hate." And so I am, at least at times. It was a very strange day to be on the other side and feel like I had somehow moved into the enemy's camp and yet . . . it is where I want to be. Toward the end of the day I decided to let Brad wish me a happy M's day because the wanting to feel happy because I am a mom while wanting to still hate the holiday was making me grumpy. It was good. And then we went to see Star Trek and that was really good.

Now for my perfect moment.

I got needled on Saturday. That is, I had an acupuncture treatment from the coolest acupuncturist around. Shannon practices a tradition of acupuncture that believes the needles don't need to hurt to be effective. She is also soft spoken and always has comforting words and interesting stories. She was a major support person for Brad and I while we were going through IVF and this is the first time I have been back since LB has gotten old enough to be away from me for an hour and half (the first time she was only weeks old).

It was wonderful! Nearly two hours of peace and 'me' time. The needles worked their magic and I felt muscles relaxing that I didn't even know where tense. Once again, I felt the overlay of the me before LB and the me after. The contrast is startling sometimes. I drifted in and out of sleep and saw/felt how perfect my body is just the way it is. I don't know what she does, but it is often transforming in spirit as well as in body.

I wanted to clean this post up a bit once my sitter got here, but she called in sick. And I missed two poops this morning - the first in months. I was so surprised the first time that I spent 5 minutes walking around the house looking for something that had apparently died and rotted only to discovered that the offending odor was on riding on my hip all along. The second time (because she wouldn't possibly do again!) only took me a couple of minutes to figure out. She seems to feel ok so I am currently assuming this is a new, hopefully short lived, phase in the EC journey.

There were some wonderful comments on my last post that I hope to follow up on - stay tuned.

In the meantime, happy Monday.
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