I just don't feel inspired to write now. I know I should. I'm just tired right now. Tired of dealing with people and things and had a pregnancy scare last week.
No I'm not, you can ALL breathe a sigh of relief. Except for a couple friends who thought it would be better than winning the lotto and were severely bummed I am not. When you crib has mold on it, no stroller, no extra money and no one to help while you work, this is the worst possible news. But, being Catholic, I'd be forced to accept it.
(and for anyone suffereing with infertility and thinking I'm being a pain, I can empathise the opposite would be difficult to deal with too.)
So now we have the period from hell to contend with. Hopefully it won't last three weeks like last time.
And the whole First Communion thing is going to kill me. Walk throughs, practices, pictures, a banner to make, and on and on. I'm ready to send James and Bri to the event and call it at that. I'm tired of my opinions on what we should do not mattering to anyone. My guest list keeps growing and the money is not to hold a party. I may have to make it immediate family only to afford it. But then I'll never hear the end of it.
So I'm going to put my headphones on, put my head down and hope to make it throught another week.