| September 29, 2000 Red-Letter Day One year ago: But I have no idea if anybody will actually read this or not, so it would probably be more accurate to say something along the lines of, "Hello, Server!" |
 I finally have an office again! |
Cycle 10, Day 31, 17 DPO Temp: 98.7 Cervical Mucus: Nothing Cervix: Low, closed, firm |
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Today was a very big day for me. First and foremost, I was finally able to call and get the official results of my blood test. In the eyes of the medical establishment, I am indeed pregnant! I almost burst into tears again when the nurse simply said "Congratulations!" instead of "Yes, you are," or "No, you aren't." Thank heavens I had made the call from a newly connected telephone in my office; had I been in the staff lounge, it would have been somewhat trickier to maintain proper decorum. I'm going to be a mommy! I've been floating three feet above the ground all afternoon. The second reason for celebration is that today marks the one year anniversary of the day that I first began chronicling my life online. One year ago today, I mustered up the courage (so difficult then!) to display myself to anyone who would care to read what I wrote. I was scared that nobody would come to find me; I was petrified that everybody would. Would it be worth the effort? I had no idea that this little journal would become such an important part of my life. I've met countless people through it, and have come to call many of those people my friends. I've gotten wonderful advice, and have been given several opportunities to share what knowledge I have with those who needed it. When I first began to write, I was very much a social introvert, keeping hidden all my deepest fears and desires; when I began to open up, I found myself healing from old wounds and learning to chase down those yearnings. Yes, I'm waxing poetical. After a year of writing, I think I've earned the right to do so, just for a paragraph or so. Anyway, thank you so much for helping me reach this milestone. It seems only fitting that as I move into the next chapter of my life (as Eric put it last night, "Now we have to be grownups!"), I should stop and recollect how much you've meant to me on the way here. |
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Remember when I described the new library building a while back? I was quite skeptical that we'd ever manage to turn the office building into a place suitable for occupation. Happily, I've been proven quite incorrect. The painters and contractors have been working like mad to have the place ready for us, and as of yesterday evening, we finally began to see the arrival of our office furniture and belongings. The bad news? Tech-Girl is on vacation, leaving yours truly in the driver's seat to get everybody's computers up and running. Ordinarily, I'd be perfectly pleased to do the job, but, with good reason, I'm now a little bit cautious about picking up heavy computers and monitors and moving them all around. I can't explain to people the real reason why I am suddenly unable to move three feet the same computers that I moved across buildings a week ago, so I've been claiming that I strained my back last night in order to get help from other staff members. Goodness. Strained back, anemia... My coworkers must think I'm falling to pieces. But now my office is almost back into shape, so I'm feeling far more optimistic about the whole library situation. Hey, I have a computer at work again! And I can eat in privacy in my office instead of in the staff lounge with crowds of people! Life will be much improved from here on out, I believe. Our new office even has a lovely little nook for my desk that shields it from the view of people walking past in the hallway. Now, if those painters with their fumes would just leave, I could feel completely comfortable again. I'm tired of having to hold my breath when I walk through the corridors. To explain this reluctance, I've invented a "headache from the smell." Boss-Lady is going to call the hospital if I'm not careful. |
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We've decided that, for better or for worse, we're going to go ahead and tell our parents. After all, I'd rather do it on my time than be pestered into it in a week or so. Our method? Tomorrow, two packages will leave Toledo, one bound for Maryland and the other for West Virginia. They will be sent via Second-Day mail, so that they arrive at their destinations at approximately the same time. When they are opened, their recipients will find two items, without explanation:
My mother will figure out the message immediately; she thinks exactly like me, and will have no trouble guessing the answer. Rita...well, Rita was the primary reason why we decided to go with the chips instead of our original idea, which was a small bundle of Granny Smith apples and a little bottle of Old Granddad whiskey. The other reason for going with the chips is to avoid the legal issues of sending alcohol through the mail; apparently, the government doesn't agree with that sort of activity. |
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I just got a phone call from a teacher who wanted me to put together a collection of fifteen picture books about eggplants and squash. I don't believe that there are fifteen picture books in existence on that topic. I also begin to wonder: for what purpose would such a collection be necessary? Picture books don't often instruct in the raising of plants. What on earth could they be studying? Comments? |
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Several people have asked for our snail-mail address to send things for the baby. While I am certainly not trying to pimp for presents, I've decided to go ahead and give the address. No mail bombs, though, okay? Carrie and Eric Richmond |
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