Microblog Monday: Stress

August 15, 2016

Hello Old Friends. I’m back, if only briefly.

Apparently motherhood agrees with me. Or rather, unburdening stress agrees with me.

Recently I’ve been told I look younger(!), thinner (the scale disagrees but I’ll take it), and generally happier and calmer. All this despite a major move, Right Guy being out of work and our little family currently shacking up with MIL and BIL. There is so much uncertainty in our lives right now people are amazed at how well I *appear* to be handling it.

The surprise seems to come mostly from non-IF friends – even from those close to me who know the whole story. They know how much we’ve been through and how long we’ve been waiting for 2 to become 3. Yet somehow they still expected motherhood to turn me into a chronic complainer. Yes, there are trying moments. But the level of stress required to care for this tiny human is far, far less than the level of stress I was under for the SIX YEARS (and 3 surgeries) I spent trying to acquire said tiny human.

So…major move, unemployment with a new baby and living with in-laws is apparently NOTHING compared to the prolonged stress of infertility and the adoption process. This is not all that surprising to me. But how do we make others understand what infertility does to you?


This Week

May 24, 2010

I am SO looking forward to this Thursday. Two things will happen on Thursday:
1. I get wanded. Not exactly something to look forward to but I hope to find that my cyst is gone and we can cycle again. So everyone cross your fingers for me.
2. My pool opens! My neighborhood pool opens for the season and I could not be more excited about this.

Sitting by the pool in the sun is the single most relaxing thing I can think of (with one exception – sitting by the ocean in the sun and listening to the waves). And I NEED to relax. My dreams of late are proving to me that I’m far more stressed than I realize. I’ve been plagued by all sort of anxiety drenched dreams lately. Zombies. Graduation. Wedding (mine – gah!).

Not only do I need my pool to open so I can relax, I also need it so I can exercise. I love to swim. I’m like a fish in the water (and I’m a Pisces – coincidence?). So swimming is my preferred method of exercising. Particularly lately. I’ve been so crampy from the drugs and now the cyst that that swimming feels like the only thing I can do. I was swimming at a gym but I ran out of free passes and it’s an expensive gym so I’ve just been anxiously awaiting the opening.

So despite the fact that Momz, in all her infinite wisdom, has advised me NOT to swim, I can’t wait to jump in the water and swim my little heart out. So what if swimming is not a weight bearing exercise and won’t do anything for my bone health to prevent osteoperosis? It’s still good exercise. I just have to remember to also lift some weights or something.

Thursday. Thursday morning I get wanded. Thursday evening I swim. Is it Thursday yet? Are We There Yet?