Bodies and brains are dumb and mean
Aug. 22nd, 2016 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammarwomanGreetings, everyone! I have had one of those weeks that make me sigh wistfully for a robot body, or a uterine replicator, or both.
So...last weekend was Vividcon, which was wonderful and low-key for me. I hope to write about that sometime soon, but this is not that post. This is a song about a whale! *BZZZT* No! This is a post about being grumpy.
Monday after Vividcon, I came down with a hacking cough. Tuesday I had already scheduled off work to recover from the con, but instead of unpacking and cleaning the house after baking like a fiend, I sat on the couch and watched DVRed Olympics, coughed my lungs out, and napped on and off. So I took Wednesday off to try to get Tuesday's stuff done. Thursday my period arrived, so I was back at work, coughing, and cramping. Thursday night we found out that the previously scheduled Saturday of fun with the in-laws (baby shower and a minor-league baseball game) had been expanded to a whole weekend of fun (Sunday christening and party at the farm). I mean, I love my in-laws, but I also love my weekend downtime.
Because life wasn't exciting enough, Saturday I woke up covered in hives. I have no idea why, but I suspect a glitter bomb of a gift bag from the Dollar Tree. So there I was at a baby shower for sis-in-law S, sitting in the middle of people I barely knew, coughing, cramping, and itching. And I couldn't even hold sis-in-law E's new baby what with the coughing and hives, but got to watch sis-in-law L hold her the whole time. (Husband has four siblings. There are a lot of in-laws.)
The baseball game went OK; super-low attendance at the ballpark meant the kids could run around while the adults sat back, heckled each other, and drank beer. I got to bed at a reasonable time, but again woke up with hives. We arrived at the church, did the whole christening thing for sis-in-law E's baby, and I was Doing Fine, honest! (Sis-in-law M was there with three of her five kids, L was there with her three, S with her baby bump, and us with the Emperor.) I was assigned E's phone to take pictures; it was a great distraction.
Then came the party at the house, where I continued to Do Fine, until mom-in-law declared that she needed a picture with all her daughters and granddaughters, and I was abruptly Not Fine and had to excuse myself. I gave the Emperor a big hug on the way to the bathroom to have a good cry. My husband found me and gave me a tight hug as well, and confessed that he'd had some hard moments too. Sis-in-law E, with whom I've had several close conversations with about how hard the ongoing baby news has been for me, gave me a sympathetic nod when I returned.
The rest of the party was OK, then we left to get home in time to do some laundry. I washed all my bedding, and considering that I didn't have any hives when I woke up this morning, it must have helped.
But because my brain wasn't done being mean to me, I had a humdinger of a dream. I was pregnant and gave birth in the hospital, only they wouldn't bring the baby to me or let me call my husband, and I was about to blow my top. Then I woke up, and wished I was back in the dream. So anviliciously subtle, Brain!
Showing up to work this morning just might be my only job accomplishment this morning. My DW backlog is at skip-260, so I'm aiming to be caught up by the end of the day. Sorry if I missed anything exciting in the last couple of weeks.
So...last weekend was Vividcon, which was wonderful and low-key for me. I hope to write about that sometime soon, but this is not that post. This is a song about a whale! *BZZZT* No! This is a post about being grumpy.
Monday after Vividcon, I came down with a hacking cough. Tuesday I had already scheduled off work to recover from the con, but instead of unpacking and cleaning the house after baking like a fiend, I sat on the couch and watched DVRed Olympics, coughed my lungs out, and napped on and off. So I took Wednesday off to try to get Tuesday's stuff done. Thursday my period arrived, so I was back at work, coughing, and cramping. Thursday night we found out that the previously scheduled Saturday of fun with the in-laws (baby shower and a minor-league baseball game) had been expanded to a whole weekend of fun (Sunday christening and party at the farm). I mean, I love my in-laws, but I also love my weekend downtime.
Because life wasn't exciting enough, Saturday I woke up covered in hives. I have no idea why, but I suspect a glitter bomb of a gift bag from the Dollar Tree. So there I was at a baby shower for sis-in-law S, sitting in the middle of people I barely knew, coughing, cramping, and itching. And I couldn't even hold sis-in-law E's new baby what with the coughing and hives, but got to watch sis-in-law L hold her the whole time. (Husband has four siblings. There are a lot of in-laws.)
The baseball game went OK; super-low attendance at the ballpark meant the kids could run around while the adults sat back, heckled each other, and drank beer. I got to bed at a reasonable time, but again woke up with hives. We arrived at the church, did the whole christening thing for sis-in-law E's baby, and I was Doing Fine, honest! (Sis-in-law M was there with three of her five kids, L was there with her three, S with her baby bump, and us with the Emperor.) I was assigned E's phone to take pictures; it was a great distraction.
Then came the party at the house, where I continued to Do Fine, until mom-in-law declared that she needed a picture with all her daughters and granddaughters, and I was abruptly Not Fine and had to excuse myself. I gave the Emperor a big hug on the way to the bathroom to have a good cry. My husband found me and gave me a tight hug as well, and confessed that he'd had some hard moments too. Sis-in-law E, with whom I've had several close conversations with about how hard the ongoing baby news has been for me, gave me a sympathetic nod when I returned.
The rest of the party was OK, then we left to get home in time to do some laundry. I washed all my bedding, and considering that I didn't have any hives when I woke up this morning, it must have helped.
But because my brain wasn't done being mean to me, I had a humdinger of a dream. I was pregnant and gave birth in the hospital, only they wouldn't bring the baby to me or let me call my husband, and I was about to blow my top. Then I woke up, and wished I was back in the dream. So anviliciously subtle, Brain!
Showing up to work this morning just might be my only job accomplishment this morning. My DW backlog is at skip-260, so I'm aiming to be caught up by the end of the day. Sorry if I missed anything exciting in the last couple of weeks.
