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The Leo in me hungers for fame and attention, although I am not necessarily a spotlight seeker. Because I have low self esteem I don’t flaunt the way I think I might if I were thinner circumstances were different.

When you fall pregnant, you become a celebrity in your own right. Suddenly everybody is interested in you…your blog stats will go up. That’s for sure. People constantly want to know how you are…even if you growl at them when they ask because you feel like throwing up on your keyboard. People constantly give you gifts for the baby (I got more gifts for the baby on my birthday last year than I got for myself). Hell…people even throw a party for you near the end. All in all it really makes you feel special and cared about.

I miss that. Every woman gets her 15 minutes of fame this way. Sometimes the attention is probably unwanted. Perhaps she is a mistress, not a partner. Perhaps she is still a child herself…but attention she will have.

I am in a place in my life where the attention was most welcome. My family was overjoyed and announced the news to one and all. Colleagues were happy for me. Friends were happy for me. I am married, so there is no scandal. In fact, it is expected.

I think next time I am pregnant I’ll keep it quiet until we’re sure everything is OK. Everyone knowing last time turned out not to be such a good thing.

Other than that my cycle still has not started. Only 1 day late so far. It’s probably still out of whack from the pregnancy. I need to be patient with this. In fact…I think I need to stop trying so hard. It’s so difficult to put it out of my mind when it is something I think about so often on a daily basis. As Wenchy said, I should try to see it as a journey – not as a destination. I am definitely getting better with time. I am not nearly as anxious as I was last month and my stomach isn’t in a knot every time I go to the loo.

I DO hate waiting though. Not just for this, for anything. I try to be as punctual as possible and hate waiting for people. My Evil Mother is one who is always late for everything. I think it’s disrespectful to be late. It shows you have no regard for the other person’s time. It drives me nuts. I’ll forgive Mother Nature this time around though since I want something from her. Yeah I know. Love me. Double standards and all.


*blush* One of my male colleagues sent me an e-mail to tell me I look nice today. That was a bit of a ego boost, then another colleague walked up to me and said he was looking at my eyes peeking over the cubicle partition and he thought ‘Who is this babe?’ then decided to come and tell me about it. What’s going on?!