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Monday, May 28, 2007

Fat in a Thin World

I feel completely insulted by my mother-in-law.

While I know she was probably just doing it to be nice, I find her 'kindness' to be completely inappropriate.

The instant I seen here today the first words out of her mouth were "Are you losing your job?" No 'hello, how are you', just 'are you losing your job??'. I stood there, stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed that she chose to do this in front of several people.

"Yes, I am." I didn't know what else to say.

"I was at the dollar store today and found something, I picked it up for you...." she has turned on her heel and started heading into her bedroom. In a split second she's back with a package of size 13 underwear in her hands. Did the loss of my jobe invoke such a pity in her that she felt I may not be able to affort underwear for my poverty stricken self? And, just how huge did she think I was?

A Size 13?!

I'm not anything close to being a size 13 in underwear! I'm insulted, but I try to keep my calm. "I think these are a bit too big." Why is it that thin people look at someone who is chubby and do this kind of stuff?? They buy stuff that is 3 times too big then insist it will fit you.

"Sherri, these aren't that big, look, they almost fit me," she replies, pulling a pair of underwear from the package and holding them about her waist. Everyone is staring at us. I want to just die.

I would rather be alone then be with people like her.

Monday, May 21, 2007

The News

While unpleasant and certainly not something I looked forward to, this could end up being a good thing for me in the end.

I have just received official notification, today, that the company who has purchased and taken over the corporation I work for will be closing my production plant. I will be out of a job possibly as early as August 24th but no later then December 31st.

It saddened me to see my fellow coworkers cry in despair, throw their arms up in defeat, and literally lose all hope. I can not help but see this as a good thing, if only for me. I was miserable working for a corporation where I was employee number 2825, nothing more, just a stat.

I just need to make sure I take advantage of this situation and turn it to my advantage.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

The Hitcher

I'll never understand people, this is plainly obvious.

I was at the gas station, Friday, robbing myself blind on $3.29 a gallon gas, when out of the blue, a man approaches me and asks if I'm heading down Old 27.

Looking suspiciously at this guy I tell him no, why did he ask. Thinking perhaps he was looking for directions, I was surprised at his answer.

"I'm just looking for a ride," then he stands there. He stands there!! Like I'm going to just say 'hop in complete stranger, I'll give you a ride.'

First, what type of guy approaches a completely unknown pregnant woman and solicits anything from her?? Second, what pregnant woman in her right mind is going to GIVE a ride to a complete and total stranger??

It was at this point that the gas station attendant came barreling out of the gas station, demanding the guy leave the premises at once, she was seconds away from calling the police and pressing harassment charges.

Thank God she came when she did....

Thursday, May 10, 2007

LOOK! It's a bird! It's a plane! NO, It's a parachuter floating safely to earth using a pair of Sherri's maternity underwear as a parachute!

I must say, it does beg the question, does a pair of maternity underwear really need to extend up to the farthest recesses of your armpits? Do the leg holes absolutely have to be so tight they cut off the circulation to your toes?

I think not!

Even as I sit here typing, moving around uncomfortably in my hideous maternity underwear, I know I shouldn't be complaining. Somewhere, out there, there is a refugee family in a tent city who goes homeless because the fabric for their tent has been ear marked for a miserable complaining pregnant woman who hates her maternity underwear.

Perhaps this could be my calling.....

I could be the one who revolutionized the maternity underwear market. I'm going to have to give this some thought.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Baby Ticker - The Baby Countdown Pregnancy Ticker

The ticker that was here has been moved to the side bar.

Monday, May 07, 2007

I Survived!

Yes, amazingly enough, I was able to pull off the fasting blood sugar test!

It wasn't easy, I must say. Somewhere between the 2nd and 3rd hour I was there I really didn't think I was going to make it. Not only had I NOT eaten in 15 hours but there was no TV, no magazines, and no friendly people anywhere in sight.

I was completely miserable.

But, I did have one bright moment from the whole experience. On my last blood draw, the nurse had asked me how I felt. When I replied "Starving!" she had laughed and said that was a good sign.

When you are gestational diabetic, you get extremely tired and sick from the test, an experience I know all too well from my pregnancy with Thomas. I can still remember how miserable I felt lying on the cot in the back of the lab trying like heck not to throw up, because, if I threw up, I would have to repeat the test.

This time, no sickness, no tiredness, just extreme hunger pangs.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed that this time, it'll be a normal pregnancy. I do want to mention, the people who work in the lab at OMH totally SUCK! They couldn't be more rude if they tried! This would be the reason why I have chosen to drive 3 towns over to deliver my baby rather then deliver it 5 minutes away.

When I was asked by the nurse why I chose to have my baby in another town instead of my own home town, I merely told them I was a little partial to my safety and well being. Not only had I worked with a woman who had a botched surgery where they removed the wrong bile duct, my daycare lady nearly lost her life when the doctor nicked her heart in a SHOULDER surgery, but I also knew Charlie's grandmother developed fluid on her brain because of an inept anesthesiologist at the hospital.

I am not about to chance my life.

Oddly enough, the nurse didn't say a word.

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