When I was working at my grantwriting job, up until 3 1/2 weeks ago, I would often get to the building in the morning in the middle of the week as as I was standing waiting for the elevator I would think to myself “Ugh. It is only Wednesday. Three more days to sit through this week.”
Today I am thinking “It’s only Wednesday. I have lots of time left to do stuff that I want to do this week.”
I’ve been working on my website text and photos this week, and it is almost done and ready to send off to my friend who I am paying to help me by designing and setting up my site. I worked on some menus for the website, ran errands, and still had down time. So, I feel like I have gotten good work done and it has not been painful at all. Later this week I am meeting with a working Personal Chef who is a friend-of-a-friend from my former job to get some tips and then next week there is a meeting for all Chicago-area Personal Chefs that I am going to go to. Hopefully I’ll get some good ideas of how to get clients and other things to manage my business successfully.
Mike and I are going to dinner at his college friend’s house next weekend – they invited us and two other couples. We think they may be announcing that she is pregnant. It is unusual for them to invite us over – in the 2 1/2 years we have lived in Chicago, we have never been to their place for a dinner party. Just a guess…
Besides the people that I already wrote about who recently announced their pregnancies, there are two more now! Two of Mike’s childhood friends have announced their pregnancies to us this week alone. At this moment, including my friends who are due this month and in April, I know 10 people who are pregnant and one that just had a baby a week and a half ago. That is insane. Please, God let this be a good omen for us. If IVF doesn’t work, it is going to be difficult to deal with all of those baby showers that I am sure to be invited to.
I had breakfast this morning with my friend who has a 1 1/2 year old and announced her pregnancy last week. I asked how she had been feeling and she told me that she had an ultrasound that showed a tear in the placental wall – the doctor told her that either it would repair itself of she would miscarry. She is about 11 weeks along now. She said it so nonchalantly – like either way was fine. I pretty sure that’s not how she feels about it, but she was so calm and didn’t seem worried. She got pregnant right away with both her first and second babies… but it seems like it would still be difficult to be waiting to see if the placenta was going to fix itself or if you are going to lose the baby. I don’t know – it was really strange how matter-of-fact she was about it.
It’s January 9 already. Time really is flying now that I am on my own schedule and I don’t just spend the whole day staring at my calendar. I still find myself procrastinating by making lists and looking at my Google Calendar and my paper calendar, but not anywhere near as much as I used to.
