there was this musical we had in high school where we, the cast, were happily belting out the line, "everything's coming up rooooossssseeeeesssss!!!!" oh the fun of those days. my stressors looked like this: choir rehearsal, gymnastics, boy-watching, hang out. there was a scholarship to maintain and which i luckily got to keep for all of 7 years while getting to know some of the brightest people my age. one of them was given an honorary title at rutger's university several years back after he stepped off a ledge and died. he was brilliant, shourjo madhab. so they set up a memorial for him. and he sat next to me in calculus and chemistry IB. his locker was just a few numbers down from mine in the senior lounge and well, he was just such a roly poly geek.
ahhh my mood's on an upswing. parent center has told me that in my 9th week i should expect more mood swings and since i've had practice the last few weeks, i'm getting the hang of it. i just have to shake off my sleepiness in the afternoons and go swimming again, before my tummy pops out. i will have to get myself a sports bikini. i intend to keep swimming until my 8th month or until the doc says i can.
just last week my bike rammed into the rear bumper of this ill (silly) belgian driver who was cutting me off. i swear i flew off my seat and the rear tire of my bike went 30 degrees or so into the air. i thought i would end up on top of her trunk! i remember explaining the road rule of priority to her spaced out-ness. we exchanged numbers but i don't feel like pursuing this any longer. it's not like i'll get anything out of it plus! it's stress i don't want.
my mood is rising... the temperatures have reached the 20s. when i went to pick up my son earlier from kinder class, i felt like a certified MILF. not caring if people saw my slightly protruding belly, i donned a spag strap number and skorts (yes, a wrap around shorts number that looks like a skirt in front). i enjoyed the admiring glances and thought that if i didn't have the giveaway child seat on the back of my bike, i could have turned my arms on the handlebars to exhibit my toned arms further. hehehe the little quirks a crazy girl like me enjoys from time to time. hindi ba naman gaganda muscles ko sa kabubuhat sa 20 kilos na bata at sa pagbibisikleta sa mga pataas pababa dito! hehehe
mas masaya na ako lately and i'm glad. really really glad. hope this continues! as my dear classmate in linguistics loves to say, tata...
if something is worth doing, it's worth doing well, baby
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hi Svelte *hugs*
I have been there and it is hard. THose hormones are really crazy. It is like ahving PMS and menopause at the same time :) but you are a stong gal and I know you will survive it.
I have so much thoughts that are all mixed up right now that I am not sure if I can put it down right. A lot of what you say about pregnancy brings back memories.
Sonny is there and so is Mikka to even out and give you assurance that no matter what - you are loved. And to those far away - care and affection for you are extended in so many different ways. Please keep happy :) and allow yourself to go through the process ... everything will be alright - *hugs*
Shourjo Madhab was a dear childhood friend of mine... we were practically best firends from kindergarden till seventh grade, after which I changed school and slowly lost touch until we both graduated, and both left the country. I found about his premature death through mutual firends and it just seemed so unreal that I never really got over it, and thats why every now and then I search the net for his name just to see if it was some sort of tasteless joke or misinromation (even though the person who told me about this incident was rather reliable). Shourjo was a marvelous person, one who you could always count on.
A dear friend those that are really hard to find.
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