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While DH is napping…

DH was talking to his friend K the other day and K said that he’d asked M about new girl. (Something like, how are you and your girl doing) M replied, “Oh, me and L?”

He’s apparently kicked new girl to the curb for being “too immature” and he’s trying to get back together with L now. He acknowledged to K that he had some work to do on himself. We’re supposed to see him tomorrow and I plan on saying “so, I guess I don’t have to be nice to new girl afterall, huh?” We’ll see how he takes it.

I called L last night after dinner once I’d heard this to see what was up but she was mum about the whole thing. Ultimately, I’d like to see them work this thing out because I really do think that they’re good for each other. (I promise, I’m totally not being selfish in wanting them to work it out.) I just hope that he’s willing to make the changes that he needs to make with himself and that she’s willing to work on anything that she needs to work on, too. I fully believe that before two people can be happy in a relationship with each other, they have to be comfortable and happy with themselves as individuals first.

Time will tell, I suppose.

I think AF is trying to show up, finally, which means I’ll be going in for bloodwork on Day 3 to see if my body is producing the necessary hormones. If not, I’m not sure what we do. If so, my fingers are crossed.

I went shopping today. I bought a size larger than I’ve ever bought before. I’m not giving up on my goal of losing some weight, but in the meantime, I need some clothes that fit comfortably. They’ll just be extra comfy once I lose a few pounds. It’s a tad depressing.

While I was trying things on I stood in front of the mirror poking my belly out to see what that top/dress might look like if/when I get pregnant. I know, I know, I’m obsessed. I just can’t help it though! So many of the tops that are in style right now would be excellent maternity tops. A girl can hope, right?

Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul.
And sings the tune
Without the words,
and never stops at all.
–Emily Dickinson

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Monday 26th of May 2008

I do the same thing when I try on clothes! You're not alone! Good luck with your blood work. (btw, I'm a nest baby lurker which is how I got to your blog!)

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