I feel like a moron somedays when it comes to this pregnancy and the way we are doing things. I'm starting to feel like this was the stupidiest idea ever and that we just should have waited. We assumed and were told we'd have an answer in my first trimester as to whether or not this baby has what I have. And now, here I am at 15 weeks with no answers yet. And unless by some miracle I get one today, I have to go in for an amnio on Monday and wait another two weeks. Seriously? And yes, I could get something from the first test while we wait for the second's results but still. I was hoping that I'd have some good news to tell our parents soon. This is starting to get rediculous. I'm stressed thinking about waiting, I cry at work half the time I get a call from my genetic counselor and DH & I are both mad at our insurance company. I know things could be worse, I get that but it doesn't always help. Who knows, maybe this is fate's way of telling us everything is going to be ok and just to stop worrying & trust in the powers that be.
I'm hanging out in my car because my nosy neighbor is outside and I don't want her to judge me or ask questions when I walk out of my car with a case of wine.
I would just walk by proud and say hi, after all your life is much more fun then hers is you have wine and she has to entertain herself by bugging the neighbors. Or maybe ask her to come inside and finish a bottle with you to find out about all the other neighbors.
I am finding out just how depressed I was when I was working for Kinkos, two jobs ago. I was there for 5 years and was eating junk fast food almost everyday and sleeping as much as I could convince myself I could. My last job I was eating much better and starting to get all those things I have always wanted to do done again. Now that that job is history and I am working seasonal part time for walmart I am doing all those bad habits from the Kinkos job again. I hate this job. I hate the fact I give more f**ks about how to do my job then my managers do. I just hope a new job shows up soon that I can be proud of doing.
I was finally able to get the baby down for a nap at the same time as toddler. I took a much needed shower and promptly got right back into the yoga pants I had been wearing pre-shower.
I am finding out just how depressed I was when I was working for Kinkos, two jobs ago. I was there for 5 years and was eating junk fast food almost everyday and sleeping as much as I could convince myself I could. My last job I was eating much better and starting to get all those things I have always wanted to do done again. Now that that job is history and I am working seasonal part time for walmart I am doing all those bad habits from the Kinkos job again. I hate this job. I hate the fact I give more f**ks about how to do my job then my managers do. I just hope a new job shows up soon that I can be proud of doing.
Aw, hon, I'm so sorry. I understand where you're coming from, too. With DH's itinerant job, we move a bit and the first move resulted in my going back to absolute square one in terms of jobs. I was doing the same type of job I did fresh out of undergrad when I had a master's at that point, plus making only half of what I made at my job before we moved. It sucks. I hope and pray you find a good job soon. Sending lots of job dust! [-O<
I'm irrationally irritated at our 16 week old kitten. Lol. It's totally dumb to be mad at her but I keep finding tiny craters where she is scratching the carpet. All these scratching posts and cardboard scratching boards, etc., and it's not good enough for little prissy toes. She only wants carpet.
Plus she destroyed a throw pillow on my bed. I forgot how destructive kittens are haha. 8-|
I'm in Little Rock, which is where I grew up, for the first time in three years. In those three years, I've gained a full fifty pounds. I'm seeing friends who last saw me as a size 4. I'm kind of dying inside with shame. To make matters worse, on our way here I had a waitress ask me if I'm pregnant (I'm not) and my MIL make a snarky weight-related comment. Now here's the real confession: I'm driving Luke's super fancy race car while I'm here and it's the one thing giving me an ounce of self-confidence. Using a car to feel better about myself is something I NEVER thought would happen and makes me like twenty times more ashamed.
I'm in Little Rock, which is where I grew up, for the first time in three years. In those three years, I've gained a full fifty pounds. I'm seeing friends who last saw me as a size 4. I'm kind of dying inside with shame. To make matters worse, on our way here I had a waitress ask me if I'm pregnant (I'm not) and my MIL make a snarky weight-related comment. Now here's the real confession: I'm driving Luke's super fancy race car while I'm here and it's the one thing giving me an ounce of self-confidence. Using a car to feel better about myself is something I NEVER thought would happen and makes me like twenty times more ashamed.
I've been there and it sucks. Big hugs to you. Don't feel ashamed about using the car to boost your self confidence. You are an amazing person. Whether its a great pair of shoes, or a car, use what you have to feel awesome. Because you are awesome.
Re: FRIDAY CONFESSIONS
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Related: I need to do laundry.
Additionally: I'm lazy.
Yup. It's the fault of the lighting.
I've been there and it sucks. Big hugs to you. Don't feel ashamed about using the car to boost your self confidence. You are an amazing person. Whether its a great pair of shoes, or a car, use what you have to feel awesome. Because you are awesome.