My mom-in-law just came past to drop off a present for me.
Hilary does the most gorgeous embroidery work, she has made a fire screen, table runners, clocks, boxes, you name it she has embroidered it. In fact she embroidered Aaron’s baby quilt. (I was sure I had a post with pictures but I cant find it so here is one).
Quite a while ago she asked me to choose a design that she would then embroider. I chose a floral design and we looked at colours and then she got to work.
I watched as the flowers took shape and the colours came together and then she was finished and she sent it off to be set into a handmade wooden box.
Today she brought me the finished work.
I am so in love with this box, I am going to use it for my necklaces and other big jewelry.
…What would it be?
It doesnt have to be a big thing or even a life altering thing.
My ‘thing’ would be to go back about 7 years ago, just before I left a particular job. In our annual performance appraisal I was told that I was a lying, cheating, self absorbed girl with no integrity. I bit my tongue so hard it literally bled. The woman who said that to me was extremely threatened by me, she had been given a position that by rights should have been mine and I had made it clear to the powers that be that I was not impressed by their decision.
I should have told her then and there that her words were clearly a reflection of herself. I should have told her I would not stand to be spoken to like that. I should have told her that my father raised me to be respectful, polite, truthful and to behave with the utmost integrity and that I had always and have always behaved in that manner. I should have gotten up and walked out after resigning on the spot.
What I did was bite my tongue, knowing that speaking was pointless, it would not change her ‘opinion’ of me or change the circumstances that brought us to that point. Instead I bit my tongue, left the appraisal and contacted my employment agency. Within a week I had a new job and had resigned from my old one.
Im not unhappy with the way I handled the situation at the time, I was young and quite frankly scared of the repercussions. With age and wisdom I would like to be able to go back in time and say the things Ithought just because they SHOULD have been said.
Perhaps writing this down now will at last lay this ghost to rest.
So, if you could go back and change one thing…
…What would it be?
A few funnies
While talking to Nanna (my mom) on the phone…
Nanna: What are you doing?
Aaron: Driving mommy crazy!
At the dinner table on Friday night at Bobba (my mom-in-law)…
Aaron walks up with a plastic tea cup.
Aaron: You want tea?
Me: No thanks.
Aaron: You want tea!
It was definitely not a question!
With Uncle Matthew (my brother)…
Matt: Who is the best?
Matt: And if I give you smarties? Who is the best?
Aaron: Uncle Maffew!
Firstly let me just say that I am loving being pregnant. I do not take this miracle for granted, not even for one moment!
But oh boy! Compared to my pregnancy with Aaron this time round is like being run over with a bus. And then having the bus reverse back over me!
With Aaron I never had one moment of tiredness, I could have partied until all hours every night. In fact when other women said how tired they were, how they couldn’t stop yawning and were in bed at 8pm I secretly thought they were mad, or making it up. I guess this is my wake up call, I am EXHAUSTED, I yawn from the moment I open my eyes to the moment I close them. I cannot wait to get home in the afternoon so I can have a nap and then I am still in bed as early as possible and fast asleep before I can even say good night to Paul.
And the morning sickness… OMG!
With Aaron I was fine during the day, I came home at 5pm and between 5:30 and 6pm I threw up, once maybe twice and that was that. Nothing else until the next night. This time I am nauseous all day, one day I will be fine, the next I can throw up 6 times, the next only once. It hits me at random times, sometimes as I wake up, sometimes it waits for mid morning, sometimes its every hour, sometimes its only at night.
Its gotten to the point that I called my OB and she recommended Emex, which helps most of the time but not always. Hopefully it allows me some peace at work, because between the vomming and the tiredness I am really struggling to function.
There is an upside to all the symptoms Im having though… my boobs are huge!
I’ve already had to go up a cup size and they just keep getting bigger (and better), I actually have a real cleavage now, without even trying.
And of course the other very visible difference in this pregnancy is that I am showing already, have been since about 5 weeks or so. Here are a few pics: