Are We There Yet?
I was really looking forward to aquamoms last night and frustrated that the rain and ugly traffic meant I was only 10 minutes early and didn't get to spoil myself with extra pool time beforehand. Our instructor's been late before, but last night she didn't show up. We started without her, remembering the stretching/warm-up exercises, and when we were done with those, we decided she wasn't coming. One of the moms hopped out and got the dumbbells for us, and we just moved to the next routines, and did our entire workout on our own.
The instructor for the next class was frustrated that no one bothered to come tell us (or her) that the regular lady was going to be out, as she would have subbed in, but she laughed and said we were dedicated, as most folks would have just floated around the pool and chatted. Haha... no, none of us wanted to get out of the pool, and everyone's got achy joints and such and wanted to work out the stiffness!
My sister called last night while I was at class and left a message that the family drama has died down and she is no longer being blamed for idiot-relative's stupidity. I had told her to give it a week and Mamaw would forget or forgive - the woman can't hold a grudge in the least - so I'm glad I wasn't wrong with all the personality changes Mamaw has had in the last 2 years. Mom is home from the hospital now and "doing good" according to my sister.
Work was rather stressful this week and one issue ended up with me having a meltdown... not really "witnessed" by boss or coworker, but I think the coworker overheard me talking to Bear on the phone and must have said something. They have both been treating me a bit like I'm fragile, but at least the issues that led to the meltdown have stopped. I don't mind being the Girl Friday of the office, but it had gotten to feel like all that was being noticed was nitpicky things, ignoring all the rest of the things I did to keep things going with them out of the office so much.
My temp starts a week from Monday - on the 26th. Originally she was starting two weeks from Monday (first part of April) but I think my reminders that 37 weeks is full term and that's March 30th finally registered. I told boss that I'd have an OB appt on the 22nd and the 29th and if my OB saw any signs of impending labor, she'd just be getting a phone call from the hospital because he is very adament about "no labor" for me and has said he'd deliver at 36 weeks if need be. The temp's had one day of "training" as an interview tactic to see if she could handle everything, but that's not nearly enough to throw someone in to cover for me. I had two days of training and still remember the panic moments I had all too well.
I fell asleep sitting on the couch last night. I didn't have a lot of wakeup times, other than a round of Braxton Hicks contractions at 4 a.m. that had me *this* close to waking everyone up so I could take a shower and see if it would taper them off. But I'm still tired. I wish I could nap; I just have such a hard time sleeping for short periods of time.
The instructor for the next class was frustrated that no one bothered to come tell us (or her) that the regular lady was going to be out, as she would have subbed in, but she laughed and said we were dedicated, as most folks would have just floated around the pool and chatted. Haha... no, none of us wanted to get out of the pool, and everyone's got achy joints and such and wanted to work out the stiffness!
My sister called last night while I was at class and left a message that the family drama has died down and she is no longer being blamed for idiot-relative's stupidity. I had told her to give it a week and Mamaw would forget or forgive - the woman can't hold a grudge in the least - so I'm glad I wasn't wrong with all the personality changes Mamaw has had in the last 2 years. Mom is home from the hospital now and "doing good" according to my sister.
Work was rather stressful this week and one issue ended up with me having a meltdown... not really "witnessed" by boss or coworker, but I think the coworker overheard me talking to Bear on the phone and must have said something. They have both been treating me a bit like I'm fragile, but at least the issues that led to the meltdown have stopped. I don't mind being the Girl Friday of the office, but it had gotten to feel like all that was being noticed was nitpicky things, ignoring all the rest of the things I did to keep things going with them out of the office so much.
My temp starts a week from Monday - on the 26th. Originally she was starting two weeks from Monday (first part of April) but I think my reminders that 37 weeks is full term and that's March 30th finally registered. I told boss that I'd have an OB appt on the 22nd and the 29th and if my OB saw any signs of impending labor, she'd just be getting a phone call from the hospital because he is very adament about "no labor" for me and has said he'd deliver at 36 weeks if need be. The temp's had one day of "training" as an interview tactic to see if she could handle everything, but that's not nearly enough to throw someone in to cover for me. I had two days of training and still remember the panic moments I had all too well.
I fell asleep sitting on the couch last night. I didn't have a lot of wakeup times, other than a round of Braxton Hicks contractions at 4 a.m. that had me *this* close to waking everyone up so I could take a shower and see if it would taper them off. But I'm still tired. I wish I could nap; I just have such a hard time sleeping for short periods of time.