A big To Do about Nothing
However, my actual list of accomplishments looks more like this:
3. Watch the clock
4. Check G-mail, FF, and various blogs for updates
5. Check again since there weren't any updates the last time I checked
I'd like to get more accomplished, but I have so little energy and my emotional reserves are kind of empty. The combination leaves me feeling even MORE overwhelmed, and the vicious cycle continues.
The crying is pretty much hormonal wackiness. ANYTHING can make me cry right now. Commercials, jokes, the news, anything that my brain can remotely connect to the idea of family (e.g. "Twist ties? Bread bags are closed up with twist ties. People bake bread. Moms bake bread. Families eat bread." Waaaaaah! It's that ludicrous, I tell you.)
And time? Time is definitely the enemy. As my dad said the other night, "Well, when you find out you're pregnant so early, it's going to last a loooooooong time." I hope he's right... but I *know* he's right about things so far. I feel like I've been pregnant for an eternity, but I'm not even eight weeks yet. We've got ANOTHER MONTH of this until we get past when we had the D&C last time; another month until we're out of the first trimester. Another month until I may be able to show the people that hired me that they made the right choice and hired someone with the capacity to be something other than an inert lump.