It is the feeling that one moment could never surpass this one.
The belief, the knowledge, that you have undeservedly attained what everyone seeks.
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31 January 2005
27 January 2005
And So.
Maybe I have found the blog at a time in my life when it is needed. Then again, maybe I have found the blog at a time in my life when a change of career AND A NAP are needed. Not in that order.
Later on, I am starting a job teaching ESL at my mom's school. I feel good about that. It must be a more productive use of time than creating TPS reports. Don't get me wrong. Publishing is an ok business. I guess I'd just rather be doing the writing than doing the willy-nilly pre-manufacturing work.
Burble. I'm not sure how to explain the feel when the baby moves. I guess it does sort of feel like indigestion, but not completely. It's extended, for one thing, and for another, it's still different. It's burbly, if that helps.
I made it through the morning, but there are still 3.5 hours til I can feasibly bust outta here. Yesterday I left early and I have been waiting for bossman to reprimand me. Maybe he doesn't care. Maybe he didn't notice. I doubt that, though. People always seem to notice what you don't want them to notice.
Like acne. Ugh. I hate to waste words on such a disgusting topic, but seriously, people: must we pregnant women just get all the fun? I thought that the dry-me-out, bleaching agent had worked, and maybe it did, because after I didn't use it for one week, presto! change-o! I am back to horrifying teenage girl with a love for cover-up.
John got a Bloomberg. He sent me a clip of the screen today, so I could know what he looks at from 9 to 5. He says he doesn't know what I do. I don't talk about it much. Who wants to hear about boredom? Anyway, this chapter is almost over.
Maybe I should do my TPS reports in Bloomberg. That would be more fun.
Later on, I am starting a job teaching ESL at my mom's school. I feel good about that. It must be a more productive use of time than creating TPS reports. Don't get me wrong. Publishing is an ok business. I guess I'd just rather be doing the writing than doing the willy-nilly pre-manufacturing work.
Burble. I'm not sure how to explain the feel when the baby moves. I guess it does sort of feel like indigestion, but not completely. It's extended, for one thing, and for another, it's still different. It's burbly, if that helps.
I made it through the morning, but there are still 3.5 hours til I can feasibly bust outta here. Yesterday I left early and I have been waiting for bossman to reprimand me. Maybe he doesn't care. Maybe he didn't notice. I doubt that, though. People always seem to notice what you don't want them to notice.
Like acne. Ugh. I hate to waste words on such a disgusting topic, but seriously, people: must we pregnant women just get all the fun? I thought that the dry-me-out, bleaching agent had worked, and maybe it did, because after I didn't use it for one week, presto! change-o! I am back to horrifying teenage girl with a love for cover-up.
John got a Bloomberg. He sent me a clip of the screen today, so I could know what he looks at from 9 to 5. He says he doesn't know what I do. I don't talk about it much. Who wants to hear about boredom? Anyway, this chapter is almost over.
Maybe I should do my TPS reports in Bloomberg. That would be more fun.
Got a Blog
I just got a blog, but I didn't know what it was until the holiday, when I asked my brother. A blog is a good thing for someone like me, someone who works at a job where there is no work and it seems that they should release me now, at 8:36 A.M. Why can't they pay me for nothing? Wait, they are. Why can't they pay me for nothing while I'm sitting at home?
Yesterday we had an ultrasound and the baby is growing, growing, growing. In two weeks s/he has seemingly doubled in size. Amazing. My stomach, too, in case you wondered. Yesterday I consumed a large quantity of ice cream (not unusual to me, pregnancy aside). I thought my tummy was full of just that, but indeed, it is full of baby.
Full of baby.
Yesterday we had an ultrasound and the baby is growing, growing, growing. In two weeks s/he has seemingly doubled in size. Amazing. My stomach, too, in case you wondered. Yesterday I consumed a large quantity of ice cream (not unusual to me, pregnancy aside). I thought my tummy was full of just that, but indeed, it is full of baby.
Full of baby.
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