This blog’s faithful readers know that Q and I have spent a lot of time thinking and talking about platelets over the years – and now that I’m pregnant, the platelet watch is on again. (Visit here for background on why.) We’re always hoping for a nice, high count (anything above 50K, really), so you can imagine how happy we were to hear that my platelets were up to 92K as of yesterday. I’ve got a long way to go until the appearance of Poppy, I know, but my count keeps rising – and that’s certainly cause for excitement. Here’s hoping the counts continue moving in the right direction!

-M

For the past several weeks, Zoe has been resistant to leave Elena’s in the afternoons. Though she’s initially excited to see me (“Mommy!” she’ll yell when I walk through the door), she then typically runs in the opposite direction and squirms/wiggles away from me when I try to walk her out. Though I try not take this personally (I’m happy, after all, that she feels so at home with Elena and has so much fun with her friends there), I occasionally pine for the days in which I could just scoop up a smiling baby in my arms and walk out with her. And sometimes I wish she’d be as excited to see me as I am to see her.

But then the other afternoon, as we were heading home, I heard a small voice from the backseat say, “Mommy, I missed you today.” “You missed me?” I said, practically gulping back the tears. “Yes,” was her response. “I love you, Mommy.” And suddenly, the earlier squirming and struggling felt like no big deal…

-M