the boss told me today, you really are beautiful pregnant, sophie.
what a wonderful thing to hear. unexpected.
and on a monday, of all days. i love compliments. this year, instead of my usual, oh, stop, i'd love to be able to breathe out a sincere thank you.
a world of difference. replying to a true kindness with gratitude. too often i think i brush off nice words instead of acknowledging and responding gracefully. but not this year. i'm growing a little lady and i have to remember to be a lady.
and today, i was exactly that.
thank you.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
class
we have started birthing classes.
what about a three-hour class, for three consecutive weeks, from 6:30 to 9:30p, sounds wrong for pregnant women in their third trimester?
everything.
what about a three-hour class, for three consecutive weeks, from 6:30 to 9:30p, sounds wrong for pregnant women in their third trimester?
everything.
Monday, January 24, 2011
atlanta
atlanta last weekend.
it was a whirlwind tour, but i met my girl a to help her look for wedding gowns. she had recently move from mexico city to santiago, chile, and didn't have a strong support of girlfriends built in the city yet.
so a chance work trip to atlanta let me be there for her.
i arrived late on friday night and we woke up to a full day of shopping! we spent a fabulous four hours here. we met lori and monte. a picture was taken. dozens of dresses were tried on. monte twirled a on the runway and all the girls gasped. he said i looked like a rope that swallowed a bowling ball. what a lovely time. those southerners really know how to make a girl feel special. grin.
we were starving after all that shopping. we were directed to a mexican/seafood place but discovered that it was in a strip mall. fast food. a quick yelp search and decided that this place sounded good. we ended up driving out of our way to another strip mall. to another fast food place. hilarious.
hotel. nap. and then to ecco. delightful.
next day, more shopping. time was so short and it was way to cold there, but it was just the girl-time that i needed.
it was a whirlwind tour, but i met my girl a to help her look for wedding gowns. she had recently move from mexico city to santiago, chile, and didn't have a strong support of girlfriends built in the city yet.
so a chance work trip to atlanta let me be there for her.
i arrived late on friday night and we woke up to a full day of shopping! we spent a fabulous four hours here. we met lori and monte. a picture was taken. dozens of dresses were tried on. monte twirled a on the runway and all the girls gasped. he said i looked like a rope that swallowed a bowling ball. what a lovely time. those southerners really know how to make a girl feel special. grin.
we were starving after all that shopping. we were directed to a mexican/seafood place but discovered that it was in a strip mall. fast food. a quick yelp search and decided that this place sounded good. we ended up driving out of our way to another strip mall. to another fast food place. hilarious.
hotel. nap. and then to ecco. delightful.
next day, more shopping. time was so short and it was way to cold there, but it was just the girl-time that i needed.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
teababy
Friday, January 07, 2011
past
i've been having weird dreams lately.
past images coming back to haunt me with different messages. i suppose it's a side effect of the pregnancy, but i can't help but reflect. it's that time of year.
ex boyfriends. footprints stretching out my skin. old i love yous. motorcycle rides with boys. broken promises. fights that never happened. makeups disappeared. i. can't. reach. you.
yet. every morning i wake up.
and i'm glad i'm home.
past images coming back to haunt me with different messages. i suppose it's a side effect of the pregnancy, but i can't help but reflect. it's that time of year.
ex boyfriends. footprints stretching out my skin. old i love yous. motorcycle rides with boys. broken promises. fights that never happened. makeups disappeared. i. can't. reach. you.
yet. every morning i wake up.
and i'm glad i'm home.
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