Edited to add the interesting part in the beginning (you might as well skip the rest, really): I'm losing weight, but my boobs are getting noticeably bigger and firmer. Wha??? Has anyone ever heard of this insanity? I know what you're thinking... but the pregnancy test said "nay." I'm not complaining, believe me, but it's very weird...

So, anyway.

Tired. Very, very tired. Going back to corporate America an hour away from home while still trying to please an unpleasable freelance client and maintaining an often-complicated relationship is... well, tiring. And did I mention my equally complicated relationship with the gym...?

Complicated relationship (of the man variety) is teaching me things, even if they're hard. He thinks in ways that are so incredibly different from my thought pathways that conversations, decisions, and things unsaid are often almost unbearably challenging. The good times make up for the bad, though, 100 times over. This week has been particularly hard for 101 reasons, but I still feel like a happy puppy when I pull into the driveway at the end of the day, waiting to jump up and lick his face, even through the grumbles and snaps and glares, oh my.

Are life lessons ever really pleasant?




P.S. Google says that I am not the only person with this weird boob condition. I don't think I would care, aside from that continual, creepy "am I pregnant?" feeling, and the fact that my fantastic $40 sports bra is just not keeping up with my, ahem, bounceage anymore!

P.P.S. My best friend found out last week that her husband's been having a 5-year affair. She knew, somewhere in her heart (as did I), but he finally openly admitted to it after years of denial. She, obviously, is devastated. They've been together for 10 years, since he was 18 and she was 20. All I could say to her was that I'd be there for her, no matter what path she chooses to take... because I know how much a heart can forgive, and no one should be judged on their capacity for forgiveness. It gave me pause, though, despite fighting it with every ounce of my being. I have two ex-fiancees but, despite all of that trauma, have still found enough hope to love my likely, hopefully, soon to be husband. I look at their disaster that I've watched brewing for years and years and wonder how anyone stays married more than a decade, how anyone can weather the ups and downs and changes that two people go through while still maintaining a life and love together. It seems like an impossible task... fool that I am, though, I'm still going to try...