Topic: Me!
You all know how miserable I've been on my gallbladder chicken diet and according to my OB's official weight records, as of Monday I'd lost 16 pounds.
I am the type of person to fight fear, uncertainty and sadness with joking and laughter. But beneath the jokes and comments, I'm getting nervous. I sat here a minute ago and went through the past posts on my Grandpa - his death and how he's a special angel to "Dot." I didn't know why I was doing this, it always makes me cry and brings back a flood of emotions, but then it hit me. The peace of mind that I get from knowing he's watching over us is what makes me joke and not worry about tomorrow. Yeah, the food's a giant factor in that also, but I'm more worried about the well-being of this creature that is making my belly stick out.
You can tell me how easy it will be, you can tell me much it hurts, tell me what you want, but I will just see how well I do tomorrow and the days after. You can tell me "Dot" will be fine and unscathed when we get to see him/her in August, but again, I'll wait to make sure by myself. But you can agree with me that God and Grandpa will be with us tomorrow and that will make life better and easier. That and the buffets I plan to hit on the way home from the hospital! ;)
