Overwhelmed. On 10 doesn’t even cover it anymore. I’m on, like, 45.
Nothing has really changed since my last post (which I know was 400 years ago). I mean, it’s changed, but not yet for the better. Hopefully though, this is the beginning of the pendulum swinging back to fabulous.
Work is still crazy to the point that I worked so hard yesterday that when the alarm went off this morning, I had to actually lie there and think for a minute what day it was. And my first thought was Friday because the week HAD to have gone by already. I’m staying positive though. I know there’s a light at the end of this dark, dark, dark tunnel. Somewhere. A light. I think. No light today. Another 11 hour day. And what finally made me leave was the pain in my chest and realizing I was short of breath while sitting still. This amount of stress really can’t be good for me. But. Positive. Light. Think light.
EHH REALLY lost the battle with his sickness. I felt so awful for him all weekend. I couldn’t curb my need to nest anymore so I ran around cleaning out every closet in this house, putting bag after bag together for donations to the poor, taping paint samples to the walls in the nursery and bathroom (we might not keep the pink. More to come on that.), consolidating storage bins, and THROWING. SHIT. OUT. I know it bothered him that he didn’t feel up to jumping into it as wholly as I did, but he was productive in that he managed to purge his own closet and was right on top of me if I dared attempt to lift something heavy.
After listening to him cough and hack and groan all night on Sunday night, I couldn’t take it anymore. And the whole ‘men don’t need doctors’ thing is very evident in this house. My concern for him turned into frustration and I yelled. Yes. I know. I’m a nasty, nasty bitch. But I yelled. And you know what, it worked! He called in sick (believe that after 3 straight hours of coughing at 4am, he had every intention of going to work?), called a doctor, WENT to the appointment, and was diagnosed with an infection (and fever!) that is requiring over 1600mg of antibiotics a day. 1600mg A DAY! Each pill is over 800! I can LOOK at them and get a yeast infection.
However, he was able to sleep through the night last night, went to work today and actually felt better as the day went on and the antibiotics got more into his system. PRAISE GOD. So this weekend, the serious work begins.
It’s amazing how much my marriage is so even. When he goes down with some illness or goes away, I REALLY feel the strain. The pressure of keeping things in order on top of my own responsibilities. It really forces me to take a step back and evaluate how lucky I am that he’s not the lazy SOB that some husbands can be. I’m an EXTREMELY lucky person. However, as lucky as I am, I still HATE going to the grocery store by myself more than I hate pumping gas. Hopefully the two trips I had to do solo this week were the last solo trips for a while.
So I’m definitely still wound up pretty damn tight. I’ve had quite a few ideas for posts, but there is just NO time to write anything down. I hadn’t even logged in to Word Press in almost a week. My twittering has slowed. It’s totally crazy. I really believe my second trimester couldn’t have been better timed. Thankful for the little things.
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