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I haven't really cried yet. Should I have? Well actually that's not entirely true. I did have a huge bawl on Thursday night. But nobody saw, which was how I liked it. Tonight, before I went out for dinner for VG's birthday, I could see myself seeing her and just bursting into tears, but I didn't really want to do that, since it was her night and I didn't want to spoil it. But I could totally picture myself doing that - so much so that I put some make up and eyeliner into my bag just in case I did have to touch myself up if I shed a few tears.

But I didn't. I don't know. It's weird. Half of me felt like I needed to and half of me didn't. it was the first friend I told. And I waited like a day and a half to tell her because I just didn't know what to say. That's why I haven't told anyone else - cos I don't know what to say. I feel bad not telling anyone - Mum says it's ok to be upset - but I also feel like it's no ones business really so that's half of why I haven't told anyone that on Wednesday night my Dad had a heart attack.

I promised myself this wouldn't be something I would blog about...there are just some things I flat refuse to. I wouldn't be a loser and post a thread on BW or anywhere asking everyone to send me their prayers...that's just not me. Like I said I don't feel this is anyone elses business, but at the same time half of me wanted to cry into VG's shoulder tonight.

Bit of a contrast really...Mum has been calling everyone she knows from the moment it happened and our phone has not stopped ringing since. Like seriously, you put it down and it rings again!

So I'm going to stop this blog...don't know why I created such an entry. What good will it do? Maybe I'm overreacting and this isn't such a big deal. Maybe it is. I don't know.

Somebody

Just let me hold you while you're falling apart
Just let me hold you so we both fall down

A bambino update

Well we're on the final path. Baby Miller is almost here! He dropped on Tuesday night and left poor Cherie all teary and grumpy on Wednesday morning when she came into work. Then she couldn't stop chucking her guts up and actually gave in when we all suggested she go to the doctor.

Anyways, so turns out she has gastro! Poor darl! So she hasn't eaten for two days cos she can't keep anything down and must rest more. Not quite so easy for someone as energetic as Cherie who works her life away in this cafe.

It's made work so fun though....a new little vibe is swimming around the place. Robert was so cute on Wednesday morning after Cherie left. He was so worried, it was adorable. And then about midday she rang up and I answered the phone and she sounded farking awful and I went to get Robert and he was all 'Oh it's Cherie? Oh good!' It was good once he hung up because we were able to rest assured then that nothing hugely wrong was wrong with the bubs or O pregnant one (as I like to call her, hehe) and we began taking bets on when the big day would be. I thought since he dropped he would be well on his way, but Cherie doesn't think so so I have now changed my guess from May 24 to June 3. Being born on a long weekend - how convenient! he will love that when he's older, lol! Anyways, everyone has put their guesses in and we've all contributed $1 and whoever gets closest gets all the money....I hope I win!

Sarah and I have offered to babysit whenever its needed....hahaha as if she will take us up on that! But you never know!

Anyways, so the cafe baby is nearly here....excitement! :o)

He got it!

Never a more deserving winner! Go John!