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Musings: Benign and Envy-filled


I opened my refrigerator to find my stock of the pee-sticks at zero. On 26th, I will buy myself the customary devils, coz I have resolved to test every cycle, no matter how vague my chances are.

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This past week has witnessed me packing like crazy. Neighbours from the previous building popped up at random, enquiring my need to move during those two days of packing/shifting.

One of the ladies was asking me about what other homes we had seen through for possible renting. I told her how we were stuck on finding a flat to live in rather than an independent house/bungalow for safety reasons (as DH tends to stay away from the city at sporadic intervals).

She nodded in complete agreement at the DH-away angle.

“And you don’t even have children, or that would have kept you occupied a bit.”


She also wanted to know why we decided to move into a three bedroom apartment.

Because I may reproduce.

“Oh no other flat was empty, and this location is quite nice.” (which is also the truth, btw)


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I may be mocking myself like hell next December, but when I see this home I am living in now, I visualize my children in it.

I actually have already fixed which room will be theirs.

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You are aware of the Wedding 1 and Wedding 2 I had been off to in the recent past.

In the Wedding 2, my heart was a little glum at the wedding procession. You see, in our weddings the groom rides a mare to come to the wedding venue, and *the toddler* in the house sits on the mare with the groom.

My BIL#1’s son has done the honours in three weddings (inclusive of DH’s wedding)!

My niece was too young, and when she was made to mount the mare in Wedding 1, she bawled like crazy, and so this nephew of mine had the privilege of sitting on the prime place for all the weddings.

If I had my kids on time, atleast one of them would have attended the ceremonies and occupied the mare’s back for a little while.

But they are not there.

I hope my kid will sit on the mare in my brother’s wedding.



^WiseGuy^
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  1. Barbara24 December 2009 at 22:23

    Keep visualising.

    xxx

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  2. Photogrl24 December 2009 at 23:37

    I'm hoping the same for you...

    ((HUGS))

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  3. dreamsofquiet25 December 2009 at 05:08

    I hope your new home sees many blessings come into your life. I also hope you get to see your child riding the mare at your brother's wedding.

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  4. Jamie25 December 2009 at 10:18

    I like that you see 'children' pleural. I am hoping and visualizing the same for you.

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  5. Mrs.Joyner27 December 2009 at 01:31

    Is it too pushy to asked if you've tested yet? And I decided to start using "when" instead of "if" we have kids..So yay for you using "children" in the pleural. And thank you for your love and support..It means more then I could tell you..

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  6. ryanandjoesmom27 December 2009 at 05:52

    I think it is perfect that you have rooms picked out.

    (((hugs)))

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