It's true, I'm addicted and I can admit it proudly. Although, normally, when you hear a pregnant woman say that she is addicted to something... you wouldn't expect it to be a positive thing, something that gives her strength!
Anyways, here are a few signs of how to tell if a loved one has a serious addiction:
-Obsessive thoughts (Yes, I've had them... not only during conscious being but also when dreaming.)
-Uncontrolled cravings (See below, I have them baaaad.)
-Energy focused on the addiction (Ummm, hello? I'm blogging about it.)
-Absenteeism (I did call my husband this morning trying to convince him to come home from work and play hooky with me. Does that count?!)
-School truancy (Thank goodness I haven't started classes yet, phew, cross this one off the list!)
-Glassy eyes (Sadly, enough, yes... the glare does get to my eyes.)
-Behavioral changes (Does panting, cheering, and screaming at work count?)
-Hyperactivity (Hmmmm, maybe I'm not addicted? I'm not too hyper lately.)
-Fatigue (Wait, wait! This is all me, it's official.)
-Over-spending money (Perhaps this is because it was the husband's b-day this week and not due to my addiction? Hmmmm, I say cross it off.)
Here goes, the first step of admittance - a public announcement: I have an addiction to tennis. Not only do I feel the need to play the game at least three times a week even though the extra weight makes me sweat like a pig, just ask my partner Tasha, she'll gladly vouch for me. I've also been glued to my laptop at work (see above: "glassy eyes") with live scores and Radio Wimbledon (
http://www.wimbledon.org/en_GB/index.html) blaring through the office. None of my coworkers seem to notice my cheers and sighs of relief (see above: "energy focused on the addiction"), so I must be noisy enough during non Grand-Slam weeks too. Who knew?!
The only slight drawback to this particular addiction is the let-down when both the tourney is over and when my favorite boyfriend (maybe, just maybe, I'll share who this special man is at a later date... I don't want to jinx him in the middle of a tourney) tennis player loses to Federer. I'm guessing this event will be evident if my adreneline rush dwindles within the next few days (see above: "behavioral changes"). This result might accompany my crushed dreams (see above: "obsessive thoughts") of going to Nationals this year with Tash because I'll be popping out a Bho's head in freezing MN cold when she'll be warm and sunny winning the Women's 3.0 Tennis Championship in AZ. Damn it.
Seriously, though, this addiction is positive. I'd bet on it (see above: "over-spending money)!
