Big P is back

Well is not the first time (first time I think I was 13); I already had it twice since I stopped breastfeeding. Still, it feels… it feels something. Puff.

I feel like having hot chocolate (I already prepared it) and enjoying it in front of a weepy mov; Sleepless in Seattle, Love story or Terminator - hey, the good guy dies in the end!.

Maybe this is exactly what we ARE supposed to do when P is for a visit.
Maybe I should just forget all about it, and don’t cancel the climbing tonight.
Maybe I’m using big P as an excuse not to go climbing.

Last time I went climbing, I was 5 months pregnant with Lucia. I remember it was getting hard to attach the harness around the pronouncing belly… cute… :)

Question… should I stay home cooing or should I go and do the monkey? I promised the boys I will come tonight. But P just knocked on my door an hour ago, so unexpectedly! Although is good to know that for the moment, there will be no siblings for Lucia. Big dilemma, amongst the terrible crisis bursting, the world hunger, the neverending wars, the child abuse… I feel terrible, why do I worry about such a stupid thing when the world out there is suffering. There you go, my weepy mov: the world in 2008…

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