I had to run out of the house quickly this morning, so I didn’t get to compare today’s preggo test with yesterday’s. I’ll check it when I get home. I’m always afraid that instead of getting darker the test will get lighter. It always starts out light. However, yesterday’s test showed darker than the day… Continue reading Mild woes…
Well, Mamoru took the news better than expected. In fact, he said he still wanted to adopt even if everything goes well with this pregnancy. He joked we could be like Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt (without the divorce). I told him I was surprised. He wondered why I was surprised but in the end… Continue reading Jokes help…
Mamoru is watching some Japanese TV show, and I poked my head in there to see what the fuck was going on. I thought he was watching anime because this absolute girl child voice was screaming in a pitch that I didn’t think was possible for humans to hear. Turns out it’s a regular TV… Continue reading I got my hair cut and I hate Japanese TV…
I’m barely holding it together. I don’t need to hold it together though. I’m at home. I’m alone. I can let the tears flow freely. I’m sure it will happen while I’m typing this out. Here we go. I’m garbage at Japanese. It’s true. A little over 5 years here and I’m total garbage at… Continue reading Japanese and friends…
The scale hit 63.7kg today. That’s 140 pounds. Holy shit I can’t tell you the last time I remember weighing 140 pounds. It was before I moved to Japan, I’ll tell you that. On Facebook the memories come up daily, and I look at old pictures of myself either on FB itself or on my… Continue reading More on the weight loss…
It’s nearing 5AM in Japan, and it’s raining. I’ve arrived home a little after 7PM. Yesterday upon getting my massive bags up 3 flights of stairs, I immediately dropped to the ground and hugged the ever lovin’ crap outta Small Lady. I’m not sure when Mamoru got home but I was well in dreamland at… Continue reading Back to life…
I wish I were so beautiful that everyone adored me. One look at me and people would be dying to come talk to me. They would ask about my interests. They would be hell bent on finding something in common with me (even the tiniest of things) to stay in my presence longer as those… Continue reading Fantasies…
