I have some things I need to get off my chest …
I may be obsessive-compulsive.
I live much too far away from my mother.
I weighed myself this weekend because my husband is on a DIET, damn him, and he left the bathroom scale out. I was so angry when I saw the number, it took a good 15 minutes for me to calm down.
When I remembered how much I want the child that I’m growing inside my belly, I wasn’t mad anymore.
My corporate job is, unfortunately, a negative kind of job. I work in insurance claims. Everyone bitches. People call me and bitch. The people sitting around me bitch. Sometimes I think the negativity sinks into me and then it somehow becomes a part of me, despite my best efforts.
I want to see the best in people.
Yesterday when I dropped the Toddler off at daycare he cried and held on to my leg and I felt like the worst mother in the world. I wanted to call and tell my boss that I quit. Then I thought about what my husband would do and say, if I did did just up and quit my job, and I somehow found the inner strength to walk out and go to work.
I cried during the drive in to the office.
Country music causes me to cry. But I have to listen to it every morning, because they don’t talk, they actually play music. I cannot STAND talking on the radio. It’s worse than ruining my eye makeup. So … I’ve gone country.
I’ve noticed that my husband has a lot less to say when I’m pregnant.