It was a good week in Austria. Too bloody hot, but very rewarding in terms of my interaction with the participants. They were a great bunch and really open to learning, so I felt my investment was worthwhile. Now I'm back, and on another Sunday evening am in a car travelling to my next working destination. I guess that's one of the reasons they pay me the big bucks. At least this time it's in the UK. I don't know what to write about so I'm just going to write and see what happens.
On Monday I would have entered the second trimester. That's all I'm going to say about that.
A little rant. Why do people stop posting when they get pregnant? I know about survivor's guilt, and I know about morning sickness, and I'm sure some people get busy at work, but it just seems really, well, ungrateful to me. A kind of, "thanks for your support, but I'm fine on my own now so you all just keep going without me. Buh-bye, have a nice life!" It cheats me of the happy ending and all the little happy bits of news in between. And really makes me cross. So please, don't stop writing because you think we don't want to know or because you feel guilty. We DO want to know, even if we don't read or comment as often. It's important that those happy endings exist. And we need to feel wanted and needed even if our pain is hard for you to take. And of course, blogging's all about us, right? </rant>
I had an orgasm in my sleep last night. Never happened before. I've got turned on in a dream but never gone all the way. It's a sign of just how dysfunctional our sex life is that I told H about it today and he thought it was my way of giving him a hard time for not wanting to have sex most of the time. Or at all. What I was trying to do was to encourage him to go for a little morning fool-around. Obviously my seduction techniques suck. No sexual satisfaction ensued since he got a bit sad and defensive, and then it got too hot (I bloody HATE this weather. Have I mentioned that? It's going to be 35 degrees on Wednesday and I say that it's just not BRITISH and it should STOP) so he had an excuse. What on earth am I going to do to revive our sex life? I love him so incredibly much, and he has such trouble with this, and I don't really think I can cure it. He's got to find the right counsellor or we've got to find the right couples therapist or something. He says yes yes, but he doesn't actually do anything about it. And in the end, I can't make him go.
I'm getting car sick, so will stop.