I'm going to whine just a little bit here, but I am not actually looking for solutions/sympathy - I just want to vent. On my birth club message board, we call such ramblings "Dear Diary" posts. We have had two major challenges this week, one being that Maya's nighttime sleep has gone into the shitter - not that she was sleeping that well before - but for the past three nights, she's been up every hour between 10pm and 5am, and then napped in my lap (but only in my lap, and only if I remain very still) all morning to make up for it. The only good part about this is that all the extra nursing has been helping me resolve bad challenge #2, which is that I'm currently battling my 5th clogged milk duct in 10 days - quite the record for me! Clogged ducts are bad enough on their own, especially the ones that plug right at the nipple (oh lord, the stabbing pain!), but my coworker just had one turn into a raging case of mastitis and then an ABSCESS in the space of
Thanksgiving sounds fun! I actually forgot about that-- what with an impending baby, it's hard to remember a holiday that isn't celebrated in your current country... Instead we're hot in the midst of what's termed 'party season', the interim starting on Nov. 5 with Guy Fawkes Day (a.k.a. Bonfire Day) and ending on New Year's. There have been fireworks going off every night since Nov. 5, and I don't see them ceasing until probably well into January. :) It's a pretty good trade for Thanksgiving, although now that you mention it, a turkey dinner does sound pretty good. The biggest problem with NOT having Thanksgiving is that there's nothing to stop the Christmas Season from starting in mid-October. I'm already WAYYY burned out on cheesy musak Christmas carols in the shops.
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way as you about these cutoffs-- (at first I thought this post would be about denim shorts, and I had a humorous vision of you trying to squeeze your pregnant belly into some Daisy Dukes in a midwestern november)-- ANYWAY-- I also know women who were screwed by the magic '35' because it turned out that their ovaries had actually crapped out by 30, without any warning by the medical community that this is a distinct possibility...
I planned the same as you, trying to squeeze in under the 35 line (I had P a few days before my 34th b-day). Probably pretty silly in retrospect, since I might have been infertile by 28, or I may be fertile until 48. Who knows?