Here are some things I am working on accepting currently (or accepting them, moving on, getting pissed about them again, accepting them again, and moving on again, etc...) it is not an exhaustive list.
+ that days during pregnancy will always be front loaded with an extra 20 pounds of hard just because I am pregnant. I don't know if that makes sense to anyone else, but even though the constant nausea has passed and a tiny bit of energy has returned, the day automatically starts off significantly harder because of bearing this tiny person. And that is totally ok.
+ how NOT good looking I feel all the time. You would think it would be easier to accept the 4th time around that my body is just not going to look how I want it to look for about 18 months of pregnancy and postpartum, but on the contrary this is becoming harder and harder. But I am getting there thanks to copious shopping for things I feel the best in and a husband who is nothing but complimentary allllll the time.
+ that the basket of clean laundry sitting in the living room will not find itself folded until all the current dirty laundry is cycling through the appliances and it will only get done on account of my need to use the only laundry basket we own, which is filled with clean laundry.
+ that I am daily nursing a bunch of dying plants indoors because I started them way too early and it is no where close to being able to put them outside because this winter will never end.
+ that no matter how many times I refresh the Accuweather website, it will not magically change the 10 day forecast. And I will always want to cry about it.
+ that the only place Lucy is happy is on my hip roughly 94% of her waking hours. C'est la vie.
+ the fact that Bernadette-- my one lone consistently wonderful napper, always giving a solid hour and a half of nothing but silence from her sleeping quarters-- is phasing out of napping. I know this is totally normal and I've been wondering when she would stop because she's like 3.5 years of age and not at all a baby anymore, but I was marinating in my love for it as long as it would last. But then today- today- the end has obviously begun, in the form of total nap rebellion because she has not learned the ways of this rest-time-nazi of a mother who WILL make her stay in that room and quiet come hell or high water.
+ that one child has been singing the same line to the same (dumb) Veggie Tales song over and over and over and over x348 because it would be way too hard to learn any other lines, or at least not as much fun as chanting those 2 lines.
+ that it will always be a struggle to accept things that challenge how self centered I am and how much I love routine and comfort and time to myself and solo bathroom trips and so on and so fourth.