Fun* Fact Friday!
*May not actually be fun.
* My first job interview today went really well. The interviewer loved me and told me so. They’re going to do the standard background check (GULP!) and then call me to schedule the second interview. The hours are perfect, the job is ideally suited to my skills and the dress code is CASUAL. *sigh* I swear, I wanted to dry hump the interviewer before I left.
* I ate lunch at a restaurant afterward all by myself. The weird thing is that it wasn’t weird at all. In the past When I was fat, I never would have done that. I would have been too self-conscious and embarrassed and I would have been convinced that everyone in the restaurant assumed I didn’t have friends because no one likes fat people. Um, crazy much? Anyhow, today it was no sweat. I didn’t even realize it was a big deal for me until I was already eating my lunch.
* I’m taking Maddie to see the in-laws next week. On the way down, we’re stopping to have lunch with Donna and her daughter. I’m super excited to see her. I only wish I could see Becky and Shelly as easily. I just know the four of us would totally be BFFs if we lived closer to each other.
* We started a tradition with Maddie this Halloween. We took her trick-or-treating and afterward, of course, we went through her candy to check it out. Once we had it boiled down to the candy that we didn’t want she could safely eat, we let her pick any 10 pieces that she wanted. Then, we “bought” the rest from her for $10 which she was allowed to spend on the toy of her choice. If she’s good, she gets one piece of her candy each day and she got a toy. Gerald took all the leftover candy to work and let his employees eat it. Win-Win, right?
* Speaking of candy, she got a banana flavored Tootsie Pop in her haul. I’ve never seen banana before. DUDE. It’s delish. She’s eating it right now and I had to steal a lick or two. Does anyone know if you can buy these rare jewels?
* I’ve eaten so many Blow Pops that I’ve rubbed my tongue and the roof of my mouth raw. I’m pretty sure that’s not a healthy level of obsession.
* Maddie’s spending the weekend with my dad and his wife. This means Gerald and I will have a child-free day and night for the first time since early spring. I’m drunk with the possibilities! Although, $5 says we see a movie and hang out at home like always.
Filed under friday facts | Comments (9)Moral Dilemma
I can’t remember if I told you, but Gerald and I have decided that I should go back to work full-time until the baby arrives. We’ve got some debt that we’d like to take care of and we’d like to fluff up our savings. You can never have too much money when there’s a new baby, right? Anyhow, this leads me to my Moral Dilemma.
I have an interview tomorrow for a position that seems ideally suited to my skills and I hope to be offered the position. But, let’s be honest, they wouldn’t be thrilled to learn that I’m 10 weeks pregnant and planning on only working for the next seven months. So, when am I supposed to tell them that I’m pregnant? My thinking is that it’s early enough that I don’t need to tell them before I’m offered the job (or any job, for that matter). I can legitimately wait until the second trimester to say anything because there are a lot of women who choose to do that, right? Or, should I tell them when I’m offered the position? They can’t legally withdrawal the offer based on my pregnancy, so that might be the ideal time. I don’t want to deliberately mislead a new employer, but let’s face it, I’m going to have to. At this point my pregnancy is a liability to me getting hired, and I really need to be hired.
Can any of you offer some advice?
Filed under daily, knocked up | Comments (22)Weapons of Mass Reproduction
I have a fantastic idea for the U.S. Government: Give every soldier estrogen supplements. Lots of estrogen.
Wait, hear me out. Think about the things estrogen makes us do. First, there’s PMS. Tell me that wouldn’t turn soldiers into the ultimate fighting machine. They’d be all broken-out and pissed already and all we’d have to do is tell them the opposing side said something about how they looked fat in their camo. BAM! Instant super-soldiers!
And if we kept giving them estrogen, they’d start doing crazy shit. Like suicide bombers! But not really. Estrogen made me think getting pregnant again was a FABULOUS idea and completely blocked the part of my brain that knows how much I HATE being pregnant. It blocked all the bad memories of my last pregnancy and made me remember happy shit that NEVER happened. Who needs religious fervor when you’ve got hormones?
Of course, there’s also the possibility that the soldiers would get all weepy at inconvenient times. It might be slightly awkward if a soldier got all blubbery in the middle of hostage negotiations. Then again, it could totally work to our advantage. If the other side is made up of normal men, then they’d be all weirded out by the crying and do whatever they had to to make it stop. They’d be promising all kinds of shit without realizing it and when our soldiers finally stopped crying the other side would be all “Fuck! Why’d we promise that? GAH! Now we have to release the hostages AND buy them new shoes. We’re idiots!”
U.S. Government, feel free to email me if you want more details about my plan. I’m willing to let you have it and take all the credit because I’m a patriotic citizen. Also, I’m hoping to get some free stuff out of it.
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15 months and one week after my gastric bypass I reached my pre-plastic surgery goal weight. I’ve lost 10 lbs since I got pregnant, but it’s not been intentional. I fully expect it to come back and then some as soon as the morning sickness disappears. As you would expect, life is inexplicably better now that I’m no longer morbidly obese. However, there are some downsides for which I wasn’t prepared.
Being Cold All The Time – Seriously, I’m in a constant state of freezing. Goosebumps are my new permanent accessory. I’m only comfortable at temperatures of 78 and above. It was actually kind of nice this summer to not be sweaty and hot as hell all the time, but now that the weather’s gotten cooler things are unbearable. And, of course, nothing from last winter fits anymore.
Being Bony Is Uncomfortable – My tailbone is all RIGHT THERE now. Sitting isn’t quite as “cushy” as it used to be, if you catch my drift. Also, my knees, pelvis and ribs are all sharp and hurty when I lay down. Getting comfortable at night requires extra pillows and poses that could probably be classified as yoga.
Even with these annoyances, I’m still so very grateful that I was given the opportunity to have the surgery. My life is SO! MUCH! better than it was when I weighed 300 lbs.
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