Today is Christmas Eve!
I’m so excited to spend time with my little family over the next few days as we celebrate the birth of our savior. I refuse to allow PCOS to take that joy away from me. I refuse to allow my inconveniences to blind me from seeing what is truly important. I choose to enjoy this time, in spite of the things in my life that are less than perfect. It is way too easy to get distracted by these things. I confess that I have been distracted more than I should be. I’ll fully admit that I have allowed PCOS to define who I am at times, when I seriously know better, and know that it does NOT define me.
But there are those moments… those times where it creeps in like a fog, blinding me from seeing the light. This Christmas, I refuse to allow PCOS to cast a shadow over the holiday. I refuse to allow the constant reminder that it’s been almost three years since we started the journey to conceive #2… ((sigh))… refuse to let it take away from this time.
This is a season of hope. I’ll worry about PCOS in January. For now, I’m going to enjoy eating, laughing, playing games, giving presents to my loved ones, and reading from Luke 2 to remind myself and my family why we have Christmas in the first place: to celebrate the birth of a savior who came to redeem the world – who came in the most humble way possible: a baby. A tiny little baby.
A baby who likely wore cloth diapers. Hey-Oh!
Had to sneak that in there. 😉
May you have a lovely Christmas, my friends.