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Doesn't have quite the same ring but what can I do.
I love you Norbu! I hope you have the happiest of birthdays! Some year I really hope to celebrate with you in a true fiesta!
You are a blessing to all of us for certain!
Stay bright!
Love,
Jigme
I am tired of this rollercoaster I am on! Yesterday I feel like I got dipped in a bath of estrogen or something. I attended a volunteer get together for the crisis center where I do my volunteer work. I was eager to talk with the staff regarding my pregancy but before I got the chance it became apparent that another staff member was pregnant. She is a stick of a girl and the conversation became about how much she was showing and such. I feel appalled that I could not be delighted but I couldn't. I couldn't tell she was pregnant. And neither can people tell I am, for entirely different reasons! Belly blubber! Then as icing on the cake my friend Dana walked in and the staff were ewing and ahing over her weight loss. And damn it, she does look really good and she is my friend and I should be happy for her but I couldn't. I just was sitting there moping about how no one can tell I am pregnant AN no one can tell I have lost weight either. And if the self pity didn't go far enough I learned that our volunteer coordinator has a terminal illness. I couldn't move to a space to work on that.
This morning I woke up ill and late for work. Of course rushing around without food or water when you are with child is nonsense but I had a meeting and people waiting in a room for me. I already went to work the day before without a shower so it was NOT a possibility. While showering I almost vomited. I stood in the water enjoying the warmth for some time. Once I was out of the shower I realized how late I was and scrambled to dress my child and myself. Thankfully clothing was already selected and I felt good in what I was wearing with one exception. Proof of the hormonal surge was evident when I tried to put on my bra. My god! I am swollen. And I was just reminded that my calves are tight because my Mary Janes lost their buckle and I had to wear high heeled dress sandals to work yesterday.
As E and I race out the door, sans breakfast still mind you I open my car door to realize that E's car seat is not installed as my sister used it last night. I knew this last night but it had escaped my mind. I freaked at first and then realized I could install it while the car was warming up. I put it mostly in, had E climb in as normal, buckled him in and went to fasten the seat to the car and it wouldn't reach. I sat in my back seat crying, cursing and crushing my thumb to make it work. I swear I about packed it in and went back up stairs. After screaming out loud several times I managed to get the damn buckle to click. I cried a strange forced group of tears for part of the drive to work. I went upstairs and talked with the group I am constantly leaving waiting and dialed in for the conference call bringing me to my knees. It was promptly cancelled as 3 people were unavailable.
It is only now I as composed this post that I feel more like a normal female experiencing PMS. And I have cried real tears for a dear woman who is fading graciously from this life.
Thanks for sharing my Ziggy moment.