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Listening to NPR on my way to work is hazardous to my health. Sobbing while driving was not what I had planned for today.
I quickly adjusted my mood when I walked into the office and the receptionist remarked on how pregnant I looked. I put up with a gazillion similar comments yesterday graciously but as I said to my husband, "heads are going to roll" if it starts in today. I don't care if they blame the hormones but I don't need daily updates on how big I'm getting when I'm here to get what little work I have to do - done. Grrr. Oh! And the waddling! When I sit for a while and then stand, I waddle the first few steps due to the INTENSE PAIN IN MY CROTCH. The receptionist thinks my gait is cute. I'm doing my best not to throw office supplies.
Despite my mental instability, I am looking forward to a good day. I wrote eight million thank you notes yesterday so that's done with. The steroid shot that I got in my right hand last week has helped significantly with the carpal tunnel on that side. That was the worse one. My left (dominant) hand was sore last night but probably because of all of the thank you notes.
The baby was having another dance party last night and The Husband and I watched my belly as it rippled.
The Husband and I also caught Six Feet Under last night and my only advice to Claire is to buy a pant suit and suck it up. My advice to Billy is to cool it or the writers are going to kill him off just like they did Lisa when they didn't know how to resolve her character. And George, poor crazy George. Bah, it's the final season anyway.
I quickly adjusted my mood when I walked into the office and the receptionist remarked on how pregnant I looked. I put up with a gazillion similar comments yesterday graciously but as I said to my husband, "heads are going to roll" if it starts in today. I don't care if they blame the hormones but I don't need daily updates on how big I'm getting when I'm here to get what little work I have to do - done. Grrr. Oh! And the waddling! When I sit for a while and then stand, I waddle the first few steps due to the INTENSE PAIN IN MY CROTCH. The receptionist thinks my gait is cute. I'm doing my best not to throw office supplies.
Despite my mental instability, I am looking forward to a good day. I wrote eight million thank you notes yesterday so that's done with. The steroid shot that I got in my right hand last week has helped significantly with the carpal tunnel on that side. That was the worse one. My left (dominant) hand was sore last night but probably because of all of the thank you notes.
The baby was having another dance party last night and The Husband and I watched my belly as it rippled.
The Husband and I also caught Six Feet Under last night and my only advice to Claire is to buy a pant suit and suck it up. My advice to Billy is to cool it or the writers are going to kill him off just like they did Lisa when they didn't know how to resolve her character. And George, poor crazy George. Bah, it's the final season anyway.
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