*Stuck…

Hey All,

I definitely did not get the job at Tim Horton’s. They didn’t call me back, and I even called and left a message asking them to call me to let me know if I got the job, and if I didn’t I would appreciate it if they could tell me why I didn’t so I could do better at another interview (either there, or elsewhere).

I feel stuck though, especially with my weight. I was losing weight, then it was like I stopped losing anything. Ugh. I haven’t weighed myself in a while, I’m almost afraid to see what the scale says. I’ve probably gained back all what I lost. Oh well.

I had two different people describe me as patient this week. Ha! If anything, I’m one of the most impatient people I know. But it’s nice receiving unexpected compliments like that. It gives me warm fuzzy feelings.

I want my own boy. Yes, I have 4 kids, and the oldest is a boy, but biologically he is not mine. In every other aspect you could consider him to be mine, I mean he lives with us 24/7. He doesn’t call me mom though. Maybe I would feel differently if he did, because that little word makes a big difference. I won’t force him to call me mom if he doesn’t want to, though. I’d like it if he wanted to call me mom. I don’t think that will ever happen though. So, I want a boy of my own. I’ve always wanted to give birth to a boy. We really can’t afford to have any more kids though. I just wish we could win the lottery so we could at least try.

Oh, in somewhat related news, I’m afraid I might no longer have my Mirena (IUD), you know… the one I got inserted in January? Well I got checked out, and my nurse couldn’t see any string(s), so she’s ordered for an ultrasound to make sure it’s still there. I know that as of October 15th I am not pregnant (I got my period! – sorry for the TMI with no warning). Who knows… maybe I’m meant to have a boy after all. Ha!

♥ Grá Agus Solace ♥
♥~K.