Mommy's not feeling so great
I feel like a hormonal crazy woman.
Last night I went over to Bob & Nancy's since it's been three weeks (two weeks of breastfeeding classes, and I didn't go last week 'cause it was the day after I didn't sleep at all Tuesday night) and I felt like I should. I would rather have stayed home 'cause I was tired as per usual for evenings of work days, and I'm an introvert so socializing is not a recharge activity for me. While I was over there, I got really really hot. I don't know if it was actually a hot flash or not, as it lasted for a good half hour to 45 minutes at least (random searching of the Intarwebz has most places saying hot flashes generally only last 4-5 minutes, and longer ones are very rare). Earlier in the evening Nancy had asked me if I was comfortable, 'cause she was feeling chilly, and I had been comfortable (maybe slightly warm, but not uncomfortably so, and I generally prefer warm to cold) at that point and said so. But by about 45 minutes before we finally left, I was uncomfortably hot and sweating a bit and very flushed in the face. I figured maybe Nancy had turned the heat up anyway, but I asked Andrew after we left if he'd been hot and he said no, he was actually warmer now that we were home. And of course, I thought our house felt cooler and was actually feeling better.
So then I found myself nearly in tears because I was so hot and I wanted to go home and Andrew was stuck in the middle of the longest Magic game evah (seriously...I think they were at it for nearly 2 1/2 hours) and I didn't want to pester him to leave 'cause he usually gets annoyed when I do that. And then after we got home baby was less active than normal and that worried me because I've read that my having an elevated body temperature isn't good for him, and I did end up crying in the shower I think just 'cause I needed some kind of release. I wasn't THAT worried about the baby. :P
Didn't sleep terribly well last night -- tossed and turned a lot, and had an odd dream that Carly had mistakenly left a message for her sister on my cell phone, trying to let her sister know that she had safely gotten to the airport for her trip. Andrew and I were trying to get ready for our own trip; we were supposed to leave in a couple of hours to fly to meet his family at a resort house in New Mexico. I hadn't packed anything yet, but instead of packing, I decided to sit down and write Carly a letter letting her know that she'd left her message with me by mistake, and that I didn't know she even had a sister. It was a handwritten letter, and I was having a terrible time composing it. I kept scratching things out and rewriting them and the like. The idea of calling her and telling her this did cross my mind, but I rejected it because she was probably on the airplane at the moment and wouldn't be able to answer the phone. Why I couldn't have just left her a message, I don't know. Anyway, my letter-writing was made more difficult because I was also fretting over the fact that I should be packing, and that Andrew was going to be frustrated with me when I wasn't ready to go when it was time to leave because I'd wasted so much time writing this letter.
This morning, I still feel a bit warmer than I'm used to, and actually dug out one of my short-sleeve shirts to wear to work today. (I'm still wearing a sweater over it, but am contemplating taking it off.) The high today is supposed to be 70, but it was in the 60s when I left the house this morning, and wearing short sleeves in these temperatures really isn't normal for me (much less wearing short sleeves and no sweater in an air-conditioned building!). I'm wondering if my built-in heater is starting to work a little too efficiently. At least it's not summer!
And lastly, as I was driving to work this morning, I saw a possum sitting atop one of the concrete barriers along the side of the flyover from the Westpark Toll Road to 59. The possum was walking very slowly along the barrier, and it made me sad to see him there 'cause he was so obviously not where he was supposed to be. And it's a LONG drop down from where he was onto the freeway, if he were to lose his balance, or decide to jump down on the wrong side. I also vaguely wondered how he ended up there in the first place. But anyway, that left me feeling sad and melancholy for the poor possum...and I'm still carrying a bit of that with me now.
I think hormones are making me overreact to just about everything right now.
Last night I went over to Bob & Nancy's since it's been three weeks (two weeks of breastfeeding classes, and I didn't go last week 'cause it was the day after I didn't sleep at all Tuesday night) and I felt like I should. I would rather have stayed home 'cause I was tired as per usual for evenings of work days, and I'm an introvert so socializing is not a recharge activity for me. While I was over there, I got really really hot. I don't know if it was actually a hot flash or not, as it lasted for a good half hour to 45 minutes at least (random searching of the Intarwebz has most places saying hot flashes generally only last 4-5 minutes, and longer ones are very rare). Earlier in the evening Nancy had asked me if I was comfortable, 'cause she was feeling chilly, and I had been comfortable (maybe slightly warm, but not uncomfortably so, and I generally prefer warm to cold) at that point and said so. But by about 45 minutes before we finally left, I was uncomfortably hot and sweating a bit and very flushed in the face. I figured maybe Nancy had turned the heat up anyway, but I asked Andrew after we left if he'd been hot and he said no, he was actually warmer now that we were home. And of course, I thought our house felt cooler and was actually feeling better.
So then I found myself nearly in tears because I was so hot and I wanted to go home and Andrew was stuck in the middle of the longest Magic game evah (seriously...I think they were at it for nearly 2 1/2 hours) and I didn't want to pester him to leave 'cause he usually gets annoyed when I do that. And then after we got home baby was less active than normal and that worried me because I've read that my having an elevated body temperature isn't good for him, and I did end up crying in the shower I think just 'cause I needed some kind of release. I wasn't THAT worried about the baby. :P
Didn't sleep terribly well last night -- tossed and turned a lot, and had an odd dream that Carly had mistakenly left a message for her sister on my cell phone, trying to let her sister know that she had safely gotten to the airport for her trip. Andrew and I were trying to get ready for our own trip; we were supposed to leave in a couple of hours to fly to meet his family at a resort house in New Mexico. I hadn't packed anything yet, but instead of packing, I decided to sit down and write Carly a letter letting her know that she'd left her message with me by mistake, and that I didn't know she even had a sister. It was a handwritten letter, and I was having a terrible time composing it. I kept scratching things out and rewriting them and the like. The idea of calling her and telling her this did cross my mind, but I rejected it because she was probably on the airplane at the moment and wouldn't be able to answer the phone. Why I couldn't have just left her a message, I don't know. Anyway, my letter-writing was made more difficult because I was also fretting over the fact that I should be packing, and that Andrew was going to be frustrated with me when I wasn't ready to go when it was time to leave because I'd wasted so much time writing this letter.
This morning, I still feel a bit warmer than I'm used to, and actually dug out one of my short-sleeve shirts to wear to work today. (I'm still wearing a sweater over it, but am contemplating taking it off.) The high today is supposed to be 70, but it was in the 60s when I left the house this morning, and wearing short sleeves in these temperatures really isn't normal for me (much less wearing short sleeves and no sweater in an air-conditioned building!). I'm wondering if my built-in heater is starting to work a little too efficiently. At least it's not summer!
And lastly, as I was driving to work this morning, I saw a possum sitting atop one of the concrete barriers along the side of the flyover from the Westpark Toll Road to 59. The possum was walking very slowly along the barrier, and it made me sad to see him there 'cause he was so obviously not where he was supposed to be. And it's a LONG drop down from where he was onto the freeway, if he were to lose his balance, or decide to jump down on the wrong side. I also vaguely wondered how he ended up there in the first place. But anyway, that left me feeling sad and melancholy for the poor possum...and I'm still carrying a bit of that with me now.
I think hormones are making me overreact to just about everything right now.