Three Thought Thursday: Episode 9

1. I'm afraid the aforementioned "milk factory" has arrived at it's new "normal" state. Why am I afraid? Well let's just say that it's nothing like the milk factory that existed before it became operational. People always used to say "enjoy your pre-baby body while you've got it...it will never be the same!" You can say that again. I can usually disguise it but Lord knows when it's just me and Him looking, it sure ain't the same. Sigh. It's kind of like having a new car and taking a look at it after a hundred thousand miles and bad upkeep. I'm udderly...errrr, utterly...shocked at the difference. Awww, man! They broke it! Oh well. I suppose the purpose of the miles was well worth it. And the one who created this milk factory is certainly proud of it no matter what it looks like beneath the disguise.

2. For those of you who see me regularly, you know that throughout Reagan's first year of life I've had many a flare up with my lupus. Particularly in my wrists. This is usually noted by the "bowling braces" I wear when I'm having a flare. (That's what Mark's cousin calls them.) At first I attributed this to the large amounts of lifting I've been doing, now that I'm taking care of two babies full time. This was something I hadn't thought of before leaving the working world. But a funny thing has happened recently. Since Reagan started walking a few months ago, I've hardly had any flares at all. So originally, I assumed that I was right. I wasn't lifting as much any more, thus I wasn't having as many flares. But in the past three months, I have had two flares. Both either the day before or the day of Aunt Flo arriving in town. Hmmm. I knew she was evil, but I never suspected her of such malice! And both of these flares popped up with no apparent strenuous activity the day before. Just no reason at all. So now I'm suspicious. And looking forward to my appointment with Dr. Calmes next week. Could there be some form of a hormonal element to my lupus? If there is, is there a hormone I could take to balance it out without causing "female" problems? Hmmmm....

3. I'd love to write about something in the house that I love, but I just keep thinking about the absence of something I love: The Olympics. Whah. They're over. Booooo. Seriously. Now it's just back to the boring ol' stuff on the tube. Nothing compares to the excitement of the Olympics. Guess that's my cue to start reading more instead of watching TV. And the good thing is, as soon as I stop thinking about the Olympics being over, they'll be back in my favorite summer variety in 2012! Can't wait!