A New Year in Dana Bell

It’s ironic and appropriate I’m starting to write again on January 1st. (New beginnings, resolutions, etc.)
I’ve neglected writing in a diary since OD went down. Honestly I stopped writing daily before then (something about having a baby ....). I hope to write more often even if it is a chore in the beginning. It will become a healthy habit again.

My daughter is 2 now. I ask myself how that happened. She’s not a baby anymore, but a toddler. I found myself having “baby fever” but I think we’re holding off on trying for a bit. Honestly, we have went back and forth about the decision. We both agree we would be happy with just Sydney. The 3 amigos, for life. Or, until she’s a pre-teen and starts to harbor ill feelings towards us....
My being reluctant stems from my insanely horrible pregnancy.

Moving along. Marriage is good. It’s hard to juggle the family life with self employment but we make it work. There’s a lot of days where we just stay in and claim we’re tired. We need to change that. Being parents is just....exhausting sometimes. Well worth it.

This is the year of healing. Or at least I hope it is. I’m in the process of trying to find out what exactly is wrong with my neck/shoulder. I’ve experienced chronic pain over the years and a few months ago it worsened.
I’ve had an MRI, x rays, and I’m in physical therapy twice a week. I have an EMG test scheduled next week so I won’t know much more until the results. Seems as if I’ve confused everyone with my symptoms and condition. At this point it could be A, B, or C. Process of elimination. It’s frustrating. Especially since most days I’m in so much pain and rely on prescriptions for pain management. My doctor assures me we’ll get to the bottom of it. I’m hopeful.

Last night (spur of the moment) decided we would go out for New Years. We ended up at a casino an hour away with my sister in laws and brother in law. It was fun. Didn’t drink, but I did gamble. I think I either broke even or lost only a small amount. At one point I was up $30.
When we returned home my husband and I felt ill. Stomach plague. Ugh. We both spent the day in bed. Feeling a bit better now. It’s nearing midnight and I don’t feel tired. Blast it all, I shouldn’t have slept all day. I guess it was necessary.
My mom kept our daughter overnight so we could rest. I miss the kiddo. The past couple of days she’s had quality time with my family and I’ve had a chance to let loose. Well, sort of. By that I mean sitting at home in my pajamas and not having to pick up blocks or change diapers.

Anyways, my bed is calling my name. Although I’m not really tired I know I’ll eventually fall asleep once Netflix is on. If not, ambien will be my friend.