Wishful Thinking (othewise known as grasping at straws)

Good evening humble readers...

Well, the crud is moving on, slowly. It feels like my normal pattern for a cold is going in reverse. I'm starting to deal with some sinus congestion (where my colds usually start) and the chest congestion is finally easing (where my colds usually end). At least I think the fever is finally going away.

While it doesn't seem quite related, I was looking back over my charts from the past year and noticed a bit of a pattern. In the past year I have been pregnant twice. In the past year I have had two bouts with the flu/cold/whatever the hell this is. The first go round with the flu... two months later I was pregnant. Second go round with the flu... next month I was pregnant. Do you see the pattern?

So... does that mean that I might just get pregnant this month? Of course, that would necessitate me getting the energy to get off the couch, stop hacking up a lung, and consider shaving my legs. Meh... whatever. My fever has probably cooked my eggie for this month anyway. (would that be poached, fried or scrambled?)

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On a completely different note, I go for my eye exam tomorrow. I have needed new glasses for about two years, but I always had an excuse (the wedding, moving, new job, no benefits, was pregnant). But really, I just hate going and finding out that my eyesight is that crappy. Not to mention, I hate trying to choose a new pair of frames. I can't see what I look like so I have to trust the people who work there, and that's just not really confidence boosting.

Oh well...

I'm off to go find some steel wool to shove in my ears... maybe that will help with the itchiness.

Oh My Aching Feet... or You-Know-You've-Had-Too-Much-Vacation-When..

Ok... first day back at work in ten days.

It was a good day. Spent an hour getting caught up on staffing changes, events missed, and new computer protocols. My desk was a mess (I left it tidy and clear), but that's to be expected. Got to check back in with my staff and it was fun hearing everything I had missed.

It was a rough day. I'm out of shape... ok, that's the understatement of the year, but it's true. I can tell that I have spent too much time lazing around in recent weeks. At first I was trying to 'take it easy' and not do anything overly strenuous that might hurt the baby. Let me tell you, unless you are told by your doctor to sit on your butt, don't! (My great-grandmother had 21 kids and never spent a day resting because she was pregnant) Then, I allowed myself to wallow. Sitting on the couch, up to my eyes in grief, staying active was the last thing on my mind. And now I have just spent a week playing too many video games! Argh!

I felt it all today when I spent several hours on my feet, moving product from this display to that display, trying to make room for the six skids of product we are scheduled to receive in addition to our usual shipments before the weekend. I have until Sunday to get my body back into work mode... we have a major merchandising change-over and I have to be able to pull my own (considerable) weight.

I am aching. My feet, my back, my shoulders... my whole body hurts. But at the same time, it feels good to actually be feeling a bit more like me. I know that I've been in a daze since the beginning of December. Maybe the fog is lifting... maybe.