How frustrating to discover that PMS has essentially the same symptoms as pregnancy: sore boobs, bloating, the munchies, drowsiness, chronic bitchiness, nausea.
How strange to feel that I simply cannot wait until the weekend when I might know for certain, yes or no. The distraction is killing me.
How annoying to have spent my entire adult life trying not to get pregnant -and now this idiotic, fanciful, senseless desire has come upon me and devoured all reason.
I'm hungry.
Also -I have discovered that this decision is the ultimate source of my profound state of distraction. Meditation on this incredible life change has given me a sickening case of short-timers with respect to nearly every aspect of my life. Why make plans? Who knows what tomorrow brings? Let's go for a walk and talk about nothing in particular.
My whole life is waiting.
1 comment:
Oh, hugs, pobrecita.
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