While getting my nails done I have occasionally checked out my horoscope in withered three month old Cosmo Magazines, but that was mostly from boredom rather than a desire for truth. However, today I treated Astrologytoday.com and horoscope.com like a peer reviewed medical journal that will provide guidance for tomorrow. Three things stood out. #1. Today I will be making a decision. #2. Today I am not to use humor because others will find me offensive #3. Tomorrow I am going to have a hot and passionate sex. Since I am not supposed to use humor today, I cannot address the part about the hot and passionate sex I’m about to have tomorrow. However, I can say that I will have to medically clear this with my doctor before tomorrow to be safe. Considering I’m not supposed to get up to grab the mail from the mailbox due to bed rest rules, this might take some convincing. Also, my horoscope was right on about having to make decisions. Today I made tons of decisions! Do I want coconut water or Gatorade? Coconut water! What sweatpants should I put on today? The clean grey ones! Do I want to read “The Husband’s Secret” (Despite what you might think about the title, this is not a romance novel. It’s also pretty good!) or take a nap? Both please! Looks like the stars couldn’t give me any predictions, but it was nice to take my mind off the ultrasound scheduled for 1:40PM tomorrow.
All joking aside, tomorrow is terrifying. Part of me wants to live in my current world where I have hope to cling on to. I’m scared that hope will be taken away and we will be left with emptiness. Right now, hope is what ignites my fuel. I can still see a glimmer and it makes the bed rest, the hydration routines, the imprisonment, and the boredom all worth it. Hope can also be categorized as a four-letter word. I’m almost reluctant to say it sometimes as if I’m afraid of the consequences. Too much hope can be unrealistic whereas no hope is too painful.
Crossing my fingers, toes, and anything else that will give us luck tomorrow