Written on 3/23/12:
It’s getting harder and easier to keep this little secret of mine.
Harder: The majority of my coworkers who order delivery for lunch every day tend to order foods with Italian red sauces or strong spices. This makes me queasy. Lately I’ve had to either hold my breath upon entering the back room or simply breathe through my mouth while mixing color.
Easier: Andrea, my friend and our receptionist, is in the loop and is lobbying to pursue establishments that can deliver soup. We were shot down today (again), but her husband brought us broccoli and cheese soup from Panera. (Thanks, Justin! Lifesaver!)
Harder: My tangerine, high-waist skirt is awfully snug on my waist these days. I doubt anyone noticed being that the skirt itself – and not my waist – is typically the center of attention. Yesterday I noticed that while my midsection is still small, it feels thicker. Dense, you know? And today I noticed that I can’t entirely suck my tummy in like I used to. Instead, there’s a little fluff 5 o’clock and 7 o’clock to my bellybutton.
Easier: The shock is wearing off. The acceptance is settling in.
Harder: I really wanna moan and groan to my momma and sister when I’ve had a crummy, hungry, nauseous, moody, emotional day… but, alas, they don’t know yet. Waiting to see them face to face.
Easier: Get to see them in two days. Excited to reveal my surprise by having them “preview” a certain blog post for me.
Plus, I made these adorable birthday cards for my in-laws (the blocks say Happy Birthday):
Who knows if we’ll ever get to do this again.
Gotta do it right the first time.
Inside the cards we’ve got this: