MILESTONE DAYS.

Here we are on another fine Monday morning.  Let's not kid ourselves, people.  Mondays blow and forever will.  The only thing that perks me up today is this:  Per our original calculations, I have officially made it past the gestational age that I gave birth to Mira.  Last Tuesday came and went with a flourish that only a work conference can bring.  And the food sucked.  Don't get me started.

I have started to get the hormones - sounds like a real disease when you say it like that.  Last Wednesday afternoon, I cried when I found a tiny spider vein on my belly.  Friday, I cried because I was so tired and then I cried harder when my nose began to bleed and I only noticed it after I had chuffed it all over my desk and laptop screen.  Do you know what an ugly cry looks like when you are leaking snot, tears and blood all at once?  I'll step back a moment and let you laugh that one out.

I'm not more rested today than I am on Friday, but I feel better.  Perhaps it was sleeping in until 930 on the weekend.  It could have been the fact that I put my feet up for most of the weekend.  Or, I'm thinking the lack of work. . . that usually does it.  Whatever the reason, I feel better. 

Because I know that the better feeling never lasts, here are a few thoughts and ideas I will reflect on to get me through the next week:

*  When older gentlemen notice your Bump and then proceed to wickedly smile and make a comment on your pregnancy, I suspect it is because they know you put out.

*  No one has touched my belly, unwelcomed.  This either speaks volumes on the advancement of social convention OR the fact that I'm a scary looking monster.

*  I am thankful that no friends, who are privy to my ever-growing secret, have spilled the beans on FB or anywhere else.

*  Speaking of FB, the Hub and I have an appointment on Thursday, during which we will have another giant ultrasound to try to determine the actual gestational age of the pregnancy.  Afterwards, we will likely, finally, announce the pregancy.  FaceBook Official.  Oh-fiss-ee-AL.

*  My upper back has been causing me great discomfort.  Do you know who this makes me think of?  Otto Titsling.  Seriously.  Look him up.

*  The Hub is still looking for a new job.  I feel like if I focus my energy on that, he will get one sooner.  You should help, too.  =)

It's Monday.  Give yourself something to smile about today.  Go somewhere nice for lunch, give yourself an extra 30 minutes of sitting somewhere quiet for no reason, or accept someone's compliment and really believe them.