My daughter-in-law is pregnant. I’m going to be a grandmother in June and I can’t wait. She’s doing wonderfully—healthy, strong, and glowing. Of course, DIL’s pregnancy immediately took me back to my own, which was no picnic. I was sick for over five months, practically from the moment of Son’s conception. And not just slightly nauseous, I tossed every single thing that went into my stomach. I lost thirty-three pounds the first five months and only gained back twelve, so Son was a negative weight gain for old mom. My weight came after he was born, but that’s another post.
DIL isn’t really craving anything specific, although her eating habits have changed, mostly due to the fact that she’s become hypersensitive to odors. But, I can still wake her up and make her smile with bacon, so all is well. I didn’t really crave anything when I was so sick, but once I got through that rough patch, I craved two things: peach ice cream and Taco Bell soft tacos. Weird because those aren’t things I ate before I got pregnant, but Husband learned that if he really wanted to see a happy mom-to-be, all he had to do was bring home peach ice cream and a bag of soft tacos.
Our discussion about cravings got me to thinking about what I crave now—not food, although that still happens, but also what I’m craving for my life, my career, my mind, my body, and my spirit. My life has changed so much in the last few years, I sometimes have to stop and consider what I want next.
For 2012, I’m craving career success—one book is being published in about a month, but I want more. I want the two books with my agent to be accepted by a publisher, I want the one I’m currently working on to bowl my agent over and then to thrill an editor. I want to actually earn some money with my writing.
I’m craving health—I want this whole heart thing to be resolved, even if it means I’m on medication for the rest of my life. That’s fine. But I want to know that medicated or not, I’m strong, I’m healthy, I can do whatever I want to do. I also crave the ability to stop worrying about the size of my ass or what I weigh. How lovely would it be to simply enjoy myself, appreciate my curves, and not overthink every bite I take?
I’m craving peace in my spirit. Part of the inner disturbance of my menopause is the constant restlessness. I want a peaceful year, where I’m okay with life just where it is…no overwhelming urge to get on plane to anywhere or simply drive away. I’m hoping summer at the lake will help with that one. The new year is bringing so many new adventures, becoming a grandparent, being published, working on my new novels, writing for the ’Verse, and blogging on my own website, and spending our first full summer at the lake with new friends.
So, talk to me Betties. What are you craving for 2012?