The Healing Powers of My 4-Year-Old and the Dairy Queen Blizzard®

I’ve spent this summer dressed as someone who should be featured on TLC’s television show “What Not to Wear.”   Because of weight gain due to emotional eating and fertility medications, I’ve had to invest in bigger clothes.  Because I don’t want to spend money on clothing for my temporary larger size, I’ve been wearing clearance-rack tank tops, plus discount shorts purchased from Costco.  I’ve been focused on comfort and cost, not fashion.  But, because of an afternoon party for my 4-year-old son’s preschool yesterday, I put on a decent top (bought on sale at Nordstrom) and Capri pants (purchased from discounted Nordstrom Rack). 

My son’s sweet response was, “Mama, what’s up with the ‘beautifulness’ today?”    

He made me feel like a supermodel.

After the party, he was exhausted because he’d jumped around in an inflatable castle for almost two hours, and I was exhausted because I’m 41 and pregnant, so we napped side by side.  As a very “big boy” these days, he rarely naps, so I cherished the rare opportunity to snuggle next to him as we slept.  I’ve always said that holding a newborn is like Valium to me.  I’ve never taken Valium, but it’s supposed to have very relaxing effects.  And, even though my son is now 45 pounds, cuddling with him still calms me.

Last night, after my son and I had showered and put on our pajamas, I got a call from my next-door neighbor Anna Marie that she had a Dairy Queen Blizzard in her freezer, waiting for me.  I had a sore throat, because I’m beyond run down, and, although I’ve been complaining about my pre-pregnancy weight gain, I’m now eating for two—or maybe three.  So I called over, and her husband Dan answered, “Dairy Queen!” then announced that he’d be right over.  So not only did my sweet friends surprise me with my favorite flavor—vanilla ice cream with Reese’s Peanut Butter cups—but also gave me door-to-door service.  I am spoiled, spoiled, spoiled.

Well, as anyone reading my posts knows, I’ve been a complete freak show , but yesterday’s combination of my sweet, snuggly son, my thoughtful friends and the super-delicious Dairy Queen Blizzard put me in the most peaceful, Zen mood for the first time in days … months … well, a very long time. 

And, even though I have my ultrasound this morning, in which I’ll find out if I’m carrying one or two baby boys, in which I’ll find out if one or both of them have implanted where they’re supposed to, I slept peacefully for four hours, from 9 p.m. until 1 a.m. 

And, although I’m a lifelong insomniac who is now up in the wee hours (it’s now 1:47 a.m.), I am still feeling positive, as if everything that the ultrasound will reveal will be “what is meant to be.” 

Forgive me for the cliché: I’m not at my creative best at 2 a.m.

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