Today has not been a good day for allergies. Not only did I spend several hours at the cat sanctuary, but my time there was spent crawling under desks unplugging cables and fiddling with the dusty, fur-laden pieces of equipment that are inevitable when you start mucking with computers.<\/p>\n
I think I’ve also come to the conclusion that mascara makes it worse. I dismissed the notion at first, since it didn’t seem logical, but my eyes are most definitely itchier on the days that I wear mascara (the days that I work at the bank). I figured it out: the mascara traps the dust and stray little fur wisps. Several times a day I get stinging eyes, and by the time I drive home they’re quite watery. There’s an obvious solution to this one, but I kind of like wearing makeup to work. Anyone have any solutions here?<\/p>\n
I have not been able to talk to the nurse (at the midwives) about what I can\/should do about allergy treatment… I don’t know if I should start the shots now, with me going thorugh IVF, or what kind of medication is okay during pregnancy, or what. I’m totally out of my depths here, I did not have to deal with allergies last time.<\/p>\n
On the good side of things, my adjusted very-minimal-dairy diet has helped me to lose a couple more pounds. I’m now at 136, 4 pounds below my pre-IVF weight (I gained 2-4 during IVF, before getting pregnant). I can definitely notice a difference. My face looks a lot less round, a lot more angular like it was in college. My pants are having a hard time staying up, though that’s mostly due to my shrinking butt.<\/p>\n
The belly is still there, though. I’m not really doing anything to get rid of the belly, so I’m not complaining, just observing. I actually find it quite amazing that it got as big as it did, and now it’s just a little pooched out, with no external signs that I was ever pregnant. I mean, if someone didn’t know I had a baby you could never tell from my body. I have no stretch marks, no wrinkly skin… just that very very faint linea nigra that I can still see. The last physical mark that he really was in there.<\/p>\n
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I’m exhausted, and yet having a hard time sleeping. Part of the reason I always got my best sleep during the week on my days off when hubby was at work was because I had nothing to get up for, no set alarm, no planned agenda except of my own fancy. And because of that I was able to surrender to sleep peacefully and happily, to wrap it around me and sink deep down into it. I treasured my sleep.<\/p>\n
But now I have things to do. Now I have to get up at precisely 6:30am. First I startle myself awake every hour, worried that I slept through my alarm, check the clock, sigh in relief, and then try to go back to sleep. But I can’t, because once I’m awake shit keeps running through my head. Don’t forget to call the doctor. Did you ever return that message? Shit, I have to bring the camera tomorrow. I think my car needs gas, too. Did I pay that bill?? I had better figure out what bills are due before payday. Better ask Den if we’ll need dogfood, I’ll be passing the store tomorrow…<\/i> All. Fucking. Night. Long. At some point last night I really wanted to just drill a hole in the side of my head to tip it all out into a bucket. I was SO frustrated.<\/p>\n
And of course being tired is probably rippling into my work activities, causing some errors and stressing me out more because I screwed up. Something more to run through my head and fret about at 4am, I suppose.<\/p>\n
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Tomorrow is Sunday. It’s my day to wash the bedsheets, wash and my work clothes, vacuum and dust the house (especially around the bed), and hopefully read some books. I really like Sundays.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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