Turns out Sunday morning, not so easy.
The Sickness is back in full force this morning. Damn it. I've been sipping ice water and am considering an apple but man I'm feelin' rough.
Our day was nice yesterday, really nice. We slept in and had coffee in bed while we read. We eventually transferred downstairs where much of the same ensued before we went out for lunch. Low key evening, Saturday Night Live which actually made me laugh out loud and I finished my book. I was reading The Road by Cormac McCarthy. I'm annoyed that it was part of Oprah's Book Club because I'd heard of it before her name-bearing sticker got slapped on the front. All the same, I seriously enjoyed the book.
Friday I was worn out. Those three days of work were exhausting. By the end of the third day I was definitely cranky. Tomorrow's the start of three more. The second day seems to be the worst because you're tired from the first and know you've got another ahead. The first isn't so bad and the third is best because you know you're about to have a day off. I've encountered some frustrating things and people at the hospital but that's super normal and I'm doing my best to be positive and in good humor.
I'll also make note that this past week and continuing on into the next I look like a leper. I have fever blisters on my lip and now they've spread a trail up towards my nose. It's disgusting and painful and I'm embarrassed to take care of patients looking diseased. I've gotten fever blisters before, usually when very stressed and I usually take a bunch of lysine but I read not to take that while pregnant so...yuck.
Things are just going along steady here. I think I've decided to drop my class that started last week. Doing so sort of makes me feel like I'm 15 and knocked up and dropping out of high school. It feels like a very predictable thing to do and that's frustrating but I don't feel like it's going to get me ahead in any way. Instead I feel like it's just adding unneeded stress. I've got to pass boards and get going at my new job. It's only one class but I've decided not to take classes next semester because the hybrid will arrive before the end of the semester and I know people do it all the time but... I think I'll drop the class.
Tell me your thoughts on finding out the gender of Hybrid. (Saying "baby" feels awfully intimate so I find myself avoiding it. There's still an element of distance here because anything can happen and I'm also still shocked.) The only argument I've received from anyone is the planning aspect - decorating a room, buying clothes. It feels equally as annoying on my end to argue that girls can wear blue too!
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I want to find out the gender and the wife has come around to the idea. The room is already yellow, and I'm sure most of what she decorates with will be transgender yellows and greens. We have a four year old cat named Kitten, so getting a 20 week start on a name might not be a bad idea.
I miss the days when parents didn't know the gender until the birthday. It was an added bonus!
If I ever have kids, I don't want to know what flavor I'm having. Call me old fashioned.
yeah, clothes and rooms and toys can be gender-neutral for a long time before it matters.
but, if you want to name names early. . . .of course, i once went to a late-term baby shower that was swear up and down for pink, the family already having two or three sons, and i'll be darned if she didn't have to take it all back when he came out.
so, science is not perfect.
other friend just had a son, and they tried but could never see he would be a he before that.
wednesday, when i was waiting for a bus, there was a lady/girl with a hearty four-month-old whom i presumed (instinct) was a girl.
i asked, how old is your daughter? and then immediately said, "or son," since who am i to presume when the person is bald and just cute?
mom explained what i didn't even notice, that the girl was wearing blue, and "yeah, i guess she should be in pink." i told her my favorite color was blue.
she told me her boyfriend had just lied about what time he got off work, when confronted fled, and now there was no more milk for baby.
ah, that bus stop intimacy.
you do what you and roommate want! if you want to know, know.
it's kind of early, isn't it, to tell? i may be behind the times.
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