I went to the rheumatologist yesterday and the nurse kept fawning over me. I tried to be happy. Sometimes I tell people and sometimes I just smile. I hate to tell people just because I don't want to see the look in their eyes. The pity mixed with horror. I can't take it right now. Am I ever going to be able to take it?
The teacher in the classroom next to me lost her baby at 20 weeks. She told me a little about her. She went into premature labor and they couldn't stop it. She said that she lived for 5 minutes. Can you imagine only 5 living minutes with your child? So many women have had such similar experiences. It is too much to imagine.
Still none of the children in my class have noticed that I am pregnant. I guess they just think that they have a fat teacher that really likes to eat applesauce and pineapple. Sometimes I feel guilty eating in front of them. It isn't enough to stop me though.
I came home tonight and found out that the city wants to cut down my hackberry tree.
I am enjoying being a teacher again. I really hated it a few weeks ago. Too much on my plate I guess. I felt like the kids deserved better. We are all in a routine now and all of us are less cranky. They worked hard today and they played so nicely! No one even had time out (that is huge for my class). I bought some doll house furniture that I told them they had to earn by showing me they could behave. I think I'll stick it in the doll house tomorrow. They are going to be thrilled.
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