boxing day 1981
Well, he sent us money yesterday. He's been sending money since I told him, but he sent it yesterday, which is just such a fucking joke.
"Happy Christmas, happy holidays, and because I got you pregnant, here's some money and don't say a word by the way, my wife would kill me if she knew."
Six weeks until there's a little boy depending on me for everything. I should be happier, but I'm just tired and humiliated and wish I could go back and change it all.
I'm supposed to work tomorrow. It's ridiculous, because I'm only fit to sit there and make change and all people can comment on is the fact that I'm pregnant, and it's a damn distraction. I should take maternity leave, see if I can. I'll ring them if I can find the damn phone.
I'm going to go cry now to get it over with.
Happy Boxing Day all.
Christmas was good, better than the last few in some ways, not so great in others, I fell asleep midway through Summers Christmas which should tell you a lot about my life these days. (With Bryce laying on top of my stomach. Lazy little bugger.)
Between Bryce and Mel and Vicky I can just tell this generation of Hogwarts is going to be a lot better-looking than ours.
Looks like there's going to be a baby shower on 16 January (day after Tim's birthday, I think? I can't believe Carrie let it be planned it that way) but I think everyone who would want to come to that kind of thing's been invited already and if you haven't just owl my sister or my sister-in-law, they're working on it whenever they can get their arses out of that hospital as far as I can tell.
Oh and I'm supposed to mention that there's a party at the Silent Sphinx on New Year's for those of us who don't work at the Ministry or have other bloody places to go and I might just go, I'm tired of sitting around, even if I fall asleep midway through everything.
Do you know how hard it is to apply a full face when you can't get anywhere near your bathroom mirror?
Sod it