It was silly things this morning that Murphy's Law and I crossed paths on: having to take a fast shower because I spent too much time on Facebook, Morgan giving me a giant hug with her hands still buttery from the rice she wanted for breakfast. (Hey, it's better than the "spicy chips" she asked for first! That's usually her term for the siracha Lays that my husband bought, but I think she meant the barbeque ones.) She dropped her teddy bear in the car. While I was driving. And of course, that induced a Toddler Panic Attack. I go through seventeen-gazillion traffic lights from our house to her preschool/daycare, and I didn't hit one until we were about two miles away. "Thank you, mommy! I so loves you!" ...Okay, that was worth the tears! <3 I was fortunate to run into one of my new friends there as she was dropping off her daughter. We're getting together with another couple (J & E) and their son at this little play area tomorrow. It was my house, until I was told that E was way allergic to cats. It was cute - the daughter seemed upset that Morgan had to go to her class! Victoria is under two, so still in the "baby" room.
Anyway, my annoying run-in with Murphy's Law was when I got to work. And realized I left my lunchbox - with lunch neatly tucked inside its polka-dotted zippered pouch - at home. Probably sitting by the front door. On the up side, I ordered in pizza. Roma tomato, onion, and extra cheese with garlic dipping sauce. Yum. Bad part: I had to pay for it. lol
This group seem to be Real Friends. Finally. I haven't had a good track record, and I'm not sure why. I'm not a disagreeable person. Okay, I'm weird, but I hope it's a Good Weird! One of my "old friends" even outright told me that she realized I'd be there for her no matter what. And I have I heard from her at all? Not really. Now, her and her fiance are moving to New York. I realized I don't care much. Um, see ya. It was nice. I don't know...
Oh, I did want to put out there that I'm a carrier of Fragile X. I say that since one of my friends posted that her brother has it. With girls, it's harder to diagnose it as a full issue (?), since we have two X chromosomes. The "good" X makes up for the other "broken" one. Mine repeats over 230 times. It's only supposed to repeat up to 30 times. I'm a "Full Mutant." I'm still waiting for super powers and a letter from Professor Xavier.  But it still effects me, I think. Like, I suck at math. Not just bad. Like I think my math teachers were saints! It probably made me shy, maybe hyper aware of what others say or do. It can be transmitted to a baby. Morgan was tested while I was 5 months pregnant, and she is just fine. Jamie and I knew that we couldn't handle having a disabled child like that. It effected him more than me, I think, that first five months, then the weeks of not knowing. It's what shies him away from a second child. I kinda knew she was okay when the test was done. The ultrasound was being shown on a screen that I could see. When Morgan got tired of being prodded and poked, she shook her fists! In utero!!! She hasn't changed a bit. <3
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