And I’ll be freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I am so excited! The days cannot pass quickly enough! Have you ever noticed that the more you look forward to a day, the longer it seems to take to get there? I hate that feeling! I keep staring at the few personal items I still have on my desk and fighting the urge to pack them up and run out the door. And it’s beautiful outside, which does not help to keep me in my chair! I’m finding it harder and harder to stay focused on what I’m supposed to be doing. The only things I’ll miss about this job are (some of) the people I work with. They’re all (with a few exceptions) so nice and friendly. I see these guys more than I see my own husband. It’s going to be weird when they’re not a part of my day anymore.
Things are so awesome right now! Little Man is getting better at the night time thing. He only wakes up once or twice a night now, as opposed to three or four times. I’m hoping to get him to sleep all the way through the night very soon! He’s almost over his bronchiolitis and ear infection. My sister is coming home on leave. A very good friend of mine is having twins after struggling. Another found out her precious bundle is a little girl. AND my new little niece/nephew is growing strong... oh yeah. Life is good. And I thank the Lord every day.
More good news: My 2nd PP AF is the same as the 1st one was. I was afraid that the 1st one was a fluke and that the horrendous cramps would be back this time around. I have lived with very painful AF cramps since I was 12 and thought it would be that way forever. I’ve missed so many days of school/work because I was at home writhing in pain and feeling like I was gonna die. It sucks that it took having a baby to change that, but hey, I’ll take it!
I got an invitation for my 10 year High School reunion this July. It’s crazy to think that it’s already been 10 years. I do not feel old enough for this! I’m going. I know there are a lot of people that waffle with this decision because they regress back to a HS mentality where they’re afraid that people won’t like them or that they’ll make fun of the fact that they put on a few pounds or some other dumb thing. I’m going because I want to see the people that I’ve lost touch with over the years. I don’t care if they think I look fat in my dress. Of course, that won’t stop me from exercising my little tushy off in the mean time! But let’s not forget that I pledged to do this a few weeks ago, BEFORE the invite! LOL
