Evasive Itches

This morning, I was awaken at 3:30 a.m. to my daughter B crying in my room. Her knee was hurting and she couldn't find our hot water bottle. I looked as well as I could at 3:30 in the morning and, not finding it, we put together a hot washcloth in a plastic bag. It must have done the trick, because she went right to sleep after that.
When I laid back down again, I had one of those evasive itches--the kind where you can't quite figure out where it itches, so you scratch until you find a spot that doesn't even itch and it relieves the itch altogether. I never could figure those things out! It took me awhile to find that non-itchy spot that relieved the itch, so I lay there thinking. For the past several weeks, I've been waking up depressed almost every morning, but I can't really figure out why. I've named it evasive depression. I don't know if it is because it has been a really long, miserable winter? Or if it's because three years ago, I was pregnant? Or if because four years ago, I was hugely pregnant with my son (he will be 4 tomorrow)? Maybe it's a combination of all three. I don't know. I think since in the past year, we have left diapers, a crib, and a binky behind with Sean, his birthday may be affecting me in a bad way this year. I almost cried last night thinking about his birth, which I haven't done for a long time. On Sunday, it was 78 degrees here and I certainly got spring fever, so today's snow and 30 degree weather is probably wearing on me, too.
At any rate, spring is just around the corner, even though I can't see it yet, my boy's birthday will pass and I will think of it fondly, if a little sadly, and I can remember being pregnant with Mercy and know that I will see that baby again someday.
Paula