Finishing up the last loads of laundry. Cleaning the kitchen. Wondering if an espresso machine would be a worthwhile investment or a colossal waste of money. I do love a nice cappuccino, but goodness me, they are expensive machines. I’ve had several of the ultra cheap low end <$50 models and have given them all away. From there, the price jumps to the several hundreds, and from there to the thousands. Now, I would never venture into the land of commercial espresso gadgets, although of course I would drool and quietly covet from afar. How I would love a shiny hunk of Italian metal machinery in the kitchen, though!
I’m feeling a wee bit more hopeful today. It comes and goes. The blood sugar is up, though. Why? Why oh why? I even exercised yesterday.
My lower back has been aching for weeks. More so than the usual. I’ve been thirsty and drinking gallons of water, yet still swelling. I can no longer wear my rings. Felt a little off this morning and thought toast would do the trick. Was glad to feel off. Is that a tad wee bit of morning sickness? Was surprised at the high blood sugar, when I was feeling hungry and empty. Wish I could make rhyme or reason of it. I did have some cake, but that was over 12 hours ago. At least there is none left to tempt me, so that won’t be happening again for some time.
By the time I make it to the doctor, I’ll be nearly 10 weeks, by my estimation, 12 by theirs. That means that he might, just might, try to find a heartbeat with the doppler. How I long to hear those galloping horses! How I hope there will be an opening available for me to have an ultrasound, though. I need to see. I need to.
Gadget’s gone golfing with his boss and boss’s boss. Networking. Schmoozing. Whatever one may call it. I’m pleased that he’s liking his new job and that he seems to be fitting in well. It is good for his professional confidence. Of course it would be fabulous if he could bound into financial abundance and thus release me to the possibility of becoming a kept woman. I can hardly fathom it, though. I wouldn’t even be able to contemplate whether I should buy an espresso machine. There would be no question. Not in the budget. Oh how easy it is to become a corporate slave. Hooked by the 401k, pension, paid sick leave, paid vacation, medical and dental coverage, and most of all, by that steady pay check that arrives every two weeks, rain or shine.
I like working. I will always work. I may not always earn, but I will always work. What I need to learn, though, is how to pace myself a little better, rather than going all out, all the time. I’m too driven, and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s an Aries thing.
