So, firstly, some serious stuff. I was perusing around the internet today (Perusing... that is a great word that I never use, I may have to integrate it into my world.) and I found an article. It can be seen here. I think this kind of best describes how I feel sometimes. I think my favorite part is when the author asks "Why do we have to put a spin on it?" I totally feel that way! I mean, yeah, I know I've said some of the things that she says not to say. I've said them this past week. About myself. But I don't really believe them. My favorite thing though, is how SO many people like to quote statistics to me. Great. I know that miscarriages are common. But honestly, just because Jr didn't get to come visit me in real life, doesn't make him any less real. I loved him, and he will always be part of my heart. And telling me it's common doesn't make it any easier. I mean, really, lots of people have had their mom die. (I LOVE YOU MOM!!) Are you going to tell someone that to make them feel better? "Oh, your mom died? Well that's sad. But it happens a lot." Wow... Feeling so much better.
It's snowing a lot. I actually like snow for the first month. The problem here is though, all of the wind! I mean, really, if the snow wasn't blowing all over the place, there probably wouldn't be that much. But it's blowing. And blowing. As in, we could give Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery day a run for ... his? its? their? Whatever's money. So I'm not really excited to drive to work tomorrow. On clear days it's a 35 min drive. Tomorrow, it may be the drive of eternity. Pack your water folks, and don't forget the potty break, it's going to be a long one! (For example, it took Hod 90 min to drive home today... then again, I have mad snow driving skills, so I bet I can blow his time out of the water!!!! ... Not that it's a contest...)
It's late. And I should be asleep. And yet I'm wide awake and actually feeling happier right now than I have for weeks. Apparently exhaustion makes me happy. Which is strange, cause normally it just makes me beastly. Seriously. I'm an ornery tired person. I also think I would be an ornery drunk. Which is why we are SO glad I'm active LDS and happy about it. There is a severe lack of drugs in me. Well, actually that's a lie right now. The Dr put me on all sorts of meds. And I'm taking them. What is it about a D&C that makes you feel fine for the first few days and then feel like someone has reached up inside of you and is trying to rip you apart using the dullest knife ever invented for the next few days. Hmm... sharing penalty?
So, I like juice. We have it a lot. It's a healthy choice and good for... my insides. (What, it totally is!) But I'm strange. I like cold things. Milk must be cold. Ice cream, must be cold. My pillowcase must be cold. Juice, must not be cold. Which doesn't really work, cause once you open it, you have to keep in in the fridge. As a result, every time I drink juice I pour it and then wait 20 min for it to warm up. It's a hard life.
Hod just accidentally mixed milk and juice. That's gross.
I'm fish sitting this week. Hello fishy friend! (HERE FISHY FISHY FISHY! I always wanted to go fishing and see if that actually works.)
And on that note... I think I better go bed. (I almost typed back to bed, and then I realized that I haven't made it to bed yet. I have issues.)