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I think I need to take a pregnancy test. I watched Annie yesterday and cried at least five times. That is a level of hormonal that should not even be legal! But it is SAD. Those poor kids! No one cares a smidge if you're in an orphanage! No one cares if you grow or if you shrink! IT'S A HARD-KNOCK LIFE. Seriously, I am not pregnant but I have never cried over that movie before, and believe me, I have watched it often enough that I have had the opportunity to have every possible reaction. I was obsessed with Annie when I was little and watched it over and over and over. I think it was just watching it with a mom's heart instead of a kid's--I am more of a softie than I used to be in some ways. This is kind of bad because I have always let things bother me too much. I am, however, much, MUCH less fragile when it comes to those child abuse horror stories that are always on the news. They made me physically ill when I was pregnant and I just could not stomach hearing about them. I had to ask people to please stop telling me about them which did not always go over well. Funny, they usually didn't believe that I was serious and they would keep adding details. I would stew over the details and it would run in repeat in my head. Now that I think about it, it was one of the most obnoxious pregnancy symptoms I had! Well, that and the broken rib, of course.

Speaking of my broken rib, did I tell you that it still freaking aches? Not much, but definite achiness. Last weekend, it really started giving me pangs and I was really afraid it was going to come back in a serious way, but it did finally subside. I rather thought that it would be all better after a YEAR, most of which has been spent with me in a blessedly unpregnant state. But, no. I really did enjoy being pregnant but man, it sucked sometimes. And why do I always get the weird stuff, like broken ribs?

Miss E fought me and fought me yesterday and refused to take an afternoon nap. She fought hard today but eventually lost. She was absolutely miserable, but also delightfully happy at times. Slaphappy. It was pretty rough, although the arrival of my parents distracted her somewhat from the many terrible injustices of the world. They spent the night with us and we had a nice time. She's been waking up way too early lately (four, six, etc) and although I keep telling her that six o'clock is only for daddies, she doesn't care. So what I am saying is that I really should not be posting anymore since it is past my bedtime already.