here I go again! · Feb 2, 11:45 AM
...but not on my own. And I have known other roads. Completely unlike a drifter, I was born to amble cheerfully alongside a friend.
On that subject, I have had some good news from an unlikely front, and have discovered that the breach between N and I might not be permanent. I’ve known her since I was 15, so I am patient. It might not be tomorrow, or even this year, but someday we’ll sort out our differences and talk about nothing in particular while we drink something frosty with our feet in hot sand.
In other good news, I’m 17.5 weeks pregnant, and the baby is alive and healthy and active. He or she will hereafter be referred to as “El Guapo”, because it’s true.
There’s been some drama on the forums recently, but when isn’t that true. I do wish J would just put me on ignore, instead of following me from thread to thread leaping to the defense of whoever I disagree with. Yes, I’m a jerk. This isn’t news. Yes, I have changed. This is also not news, because it would be really really strange if I was exactly the same person I was 6 years ago, given that I have come through depression, hospitalisation and suicide watch, health problems, getting married, a miscarriage, and a changing world political and financial stage.
“YOU’VE CHANGED!” Yes, why haven’t you? Perhaps that’s why I’m so irritable these days…?
Rosie is 7, and beautiful. She has a lamentable tendency to move slowly and casually when I need her to move quickly, though, and there was a fracas on that subject this morning. That hasn’t changed, at least. Actually, it has… her behaviour is exemplary these days, and she is taking the role of big sister VERY seriously. It’s lovely. I have a little helper, now.
I am in love with my pregnancy, and my husband, and my little girl, and my friends, and my cats. Life after danger and strife is particularly sweet, I think.
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Kids that age do that and it drives me insane. The boy is currently 8 and he still does – I talked with him about it once and he revealed that when he can tell I’m nervous or anxious about getting going, he doesn’t want to make any mistakes in the getting-ready process (like putting his shoes on the wrong feet, which he still has an odd tendency towards doing, wtf), so he takes more time. Infuriating, but logical.
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