Eleven Weeks, five days. Day 84 in the quest to chase our little miracle
Have you ever wondered why people are so worried about asking you the things they want to ask you, yet they are not afraid to ask others in your life, creating more speculation?
It happened to me the other day, and yes i know what it is like on the reverse, you dont want to ask because you dont want to stick your foot in it, but sometimes i just wonder why people are so easy to ask everyone else around you, almost creating gossip, then rather come to your face and ask.
People seem to do it all the time, asking you leading questions, hoping you’ll spit the answer out, but you decide to be cheeky and not let the anwser slip trying to make the other person say it, or ask you…
In all honestly pregnancy has to be the hardest one too, because if you stuff it up, then your a fool. But to me i think in that circumstance (i mean the pregnancy or just plain fat debate) you need to just keep it in and wait for a solid answer to be disclosed.
I was thinking about this, because to be honest i am feeling frumpy, i am not complaining, its just as the moment none of my clothes fit, and well, i cant tell people, so i just feel frumpy. And it got me thinking because, well, what if this person who had been asking all my friends and family if i was pregnant, what if i wasnt pregnant but just gained weight? What if then other people started assuming i was pregnant, and really i wasnt, now that would be a hard blow, because i am sure that someone would have eventually asked…
Now i know none of that makes any sence what so ever, BUT it does make me go back to my origional point, that well, really shouldnt sometimes you just keep your thoughts and assuptions to yourself? Because i can tell you there have been a number of times when i assumed something and i wish i had just shut my mouth…
We dance round in a ring and suppose, While the secret sits in the middle and knows Robert Frost
