We all know those people that are perpetually happy,
thankful for every day they have and for all life has to offer.
Well, I'm not one of those people.
I secretly think those people have all had cancer
or have been in a bad car accident
or were abducted by aliens and anally-probed
and that experience was life-changing for them.
Because the thought of constant happiness without worry
not only baffles me...it eludes me.
Small tangent. When I was in ninth grade my family moved.
New town, new schools, new people.
I decided that I was going to be one of the nice girls.
You know, the girl that wasn't the prettiest girl,
but always made it on homecoming court because EVERYone just loved her.
I lasted about three weeks before I couldn't even stand myself.
Back to the point at hand.
Today I'm feeling half-empty.
I talked to Joe about how we are going to move forward last night
and we're still 5 days away from our beta (pregnancy) test.
He was angry. At first.
But I'm just bracing myself.
5 days left to go.