About ten minutes ago, the hubs came into the kitchen and said:
"I'm running down to the drug store to get a refill on Kortland's flouride, is there anything I need to refill for yo....u.....?"
His voice trailed off at the end because he realized the answer just as he finished the sentence.
The answer was no.
I didn't need anything refilled.
I'm officially not taking any prescription medications.
I smiled at him.
He smiled at me.
I said: "Isn't that so great?"
I then proceeded to ask him to please bring home a big fat cup of their Old Fashioned Cookies and Cream Ice Cream in lieu of a bottle of pills and he (being the wise, wise man that he is) obliged.
It's amazing how quickly I forget to thank for my newfound health and relative comfort. Sometimes it's nice to celebrate the little things...like the fact that I'm not taking 3 different pills that each made me feel sick and icky in their own special ways.
I'm also thankful that my body has been able to "keep" this sweet baby - even after all of the help from the pills came to an end.
And guess what else? Baby is kicking. Delicious little thumps are thrilling my existence a few, fleeting times each day. It makes me want to lay in bed and hold really really really still, but there are dishes to load and floors to sweep every now and again too. I have waited so long for this time, for a second helping of pregnancy and motherhood. I plan to relish every moment - even the small ones.