{"id":2087,"date":"2010-07-22T13:53:31","date_gmt":"2010-07-22T20:53:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/?p=2087"},"modified":"2025-05-23T17:32:43","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T22:32:43","slug":"pressed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/pressed\/","title":{"rendered":"Pressed"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Tom and I got back from California last night.  It was a great trip but it feels good to be home.  Well it felt good for a couple of hours, then I went back to panic mode.  I&#8217;m so sick of worrying and panicking.  It makes me tired and I suspect- fat.  Or hungry anyway.  I&#8217;m worried about moving, I&#8217;m worried about my job, I&#8217;m worried about my weight, I&#8217;m worried about money, I&#8217;m worried about being creative, I&#8217;m worried about bothering everyone I know because all I want to do is talk about myself and my feelings.  I&#8217;m worried about how I&#8217;ll ever get to the other side of this grief.  I&#8217;m worried about where my baby is. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t have anything to write because I don&#8217;t know what the hell to write anymore.  I&#8217;m uninspired.  The choking sadness is gone&#8230;now I&#8217;m just empty most of the time.  I have to just sit here and force myself to press the keys because I don&#8217;t know how else to manage myself.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d be 35 weeks today.  Still over a month away from my due date.  I realized that I&#8217;m at an age where people I don&#8217;t know could ask me if I have children.  Just when I thought my social anxiety was getting manageable, I&#8217;m newly haunted by this possibility.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m just tired. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tom and I got back from California last night. It was a great trip but it feels good to be home. Well it felt good for a couple of hours, then I went back to panic mode. I&#8217;m so sick of worrying and panicking. It makes me tired and I suspect- fat. Or hungry anyway. &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/pressed\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Pressed&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2087","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2087","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2087"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2087\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3511,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2087\/revisions\/3511"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2087"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2087"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2087"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}