No, not mine sillies. I'm on CD5. I'm just seeing pregnancies, all around me. On the telly, in the street. I know this happens to all of us, it's just that today it is striking me particularly strongly.
Perhaps because the woman manager I was working with on Thursday is pregnant. I looked at her on Monday, having not seen her for a few weeks, and thought: she's pregnant. No, I thought, she's just put on a little weight. That made me feel better. But when I saw her again on Wednesday evening, it was clear. She's pregnant. The other guys on the team were talking with her about it. Now she's a perfectly nice woman and I'd like to be happy for her. I'm not unhappy for her, I'm just mind-blowingly, excrutiatingly, stomach-achingly, green-eyed-monsterly, disappointingly jealous of her. She is, of course, at least 5 years younger than me, very skinny, so the bump is sticking out nicely even though she's only 14 weeks. I want to be her. Her baby is due on 24 December, poor little thing.
In other news, still no side effects although I do have an off-again, on-again headache - could that be related? Or is it just normal dehydration headache after a tough workout? And my sister-in-law, the lovely fertile one, just sent me some flowers to say she's thinking of us as we start this treatment. That was nice of her. They're incredibly ugly flowers - nasty chrysanthemums and lilies which I loathe, but it was still nice of her.
It's been a pretty productive day, since in addition to the tough workout, I've also had my hair done, same balls-achingly expensive place I went to last time. This time the stylist put a few extra layers into my hair, then dried it all cute and flippy, looks quite funky. This is in aid of a party we're supposed to be going to tonight, although I really don't feel like getting dressed up to go. I'm thinking of using sickness from the drugs as an excuse, since the friend concerned knows about what we're up to. Hmm. Guilt over not going vs lovely evening on the sofa with H?
We just got back from the design shop, where we agreed to spend a heinous amount of money on a sofa, three chairs, some curtains, some bookshelves, and some joinery work to build a study for H and some better storage in our bedroom. It's going to be lovely, but some of it won't be done before end October. Oh well. Better late than never.
Blimey. Just took a break there to go hold H's waist while he pushed some leaves out of the gutter. We had torrential rain and the backed up gutter was causing a leak into our dining room. Crisis averted with some wet teatowels and a large broom. H is wet but is feeling all manly and proud of himself for mending something in the house, which is not usually his strong point. Bless.
How many cliches do you think I can put into one post?