Oh Second Trimester, how nice of you welcome me with tears of nonsense.
I always love it when I cry about nothing. {insert sarcasm}
The problem is, you see, I had to do that thing that I hate so much this weekend and I had to do it twice: fly. Yes, yes, I do hate to fly. It's not a downright phobia, but there are times when I am trapped in that cylinder with a hundred strangers careening through the sky miles above earth when I feel like I might just explode if I don't get off right this minute. But of course I cannot get off right this minute and so I reassure myself with a combination of Marie Claire and my own meditation chant of sorts: "Everything's going to be fine, everything's going to be fine, everything...."
Which reminds me, where did yoga ever go from my life? We used to be so close.
{But did anyone else read the issue with the Amy Adams interview? I kind of love her}
So now I'm eating eggs and toast with chocolate milk while my darlingest husband is grocery shopping. Grocery shopping! He's doing the grocery shopping! I mean, do I have any duties left around here anymore? I have been transformed into a baby incubator and that's about it. Also, I sometimes work full time during the week and perhaps fly to Colorado for work every so often.
And then I get tired. Really, really tired. Too tired to fix dinner. And then I cry.
So now I need a nap.
The End.
2 comments:
If anyone asks what you've been up to (and you think to yourself that you could have been more productive, though nobody else needs to know) you respond: "Growing a baby!" It works every time.
How did you get to be our daughter and so fearful of flying? I'm so sorry that flying is so unpleasant for you. I am glad you are home safe. Enjoy the incubation time, and Kyle doing the shopping -- if he is buying what you want to eat, that is. I think it's great that he likes to do that. Hopefully you slept well, and you are happy to be back to your full-time job.
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