Post by simplyinpenguin on Jun 24, 2013 14:03:42 GMT -5
How are my complaints any different than any other person? Because I don't post every day of every complaint I have? That all my complaints are sandwiched into one post? It happened, it's still happening, and my problems aren't any less than anyone else's.
fuck that. Yes they are. THey also hide my high butt crack.
Ugh, they drive me insane. They make my back and belly itchy, and pulling them on and off to piss is a lot of work considering I piss all day long lol.
I neither wax nor thread. Tweezing is the way to go! Bonus - you don't have to look overgrown in between appointments.
Every time I get a wax I say I will tweeze every day to stay on top of it all, but I always fail miserably. The problem for me is I get all those blonde hairs that you can't see in some light, but are very obvious in other light. Annoying! :N: !
our library hosted a "giant water inflatables" day. right at the end, jonah climbed to the top of the biggest slide and got stuck. total crying freak-out. i had to leave ryan with a librarian (cue crazy screaming about being left)and climb up in my clothes and slide down with jonah in my lap down to the pool at the bottom. i was soaked and embarrassed and had to drive home soaked.
i don't care about the getting wet or having to "rescue" jonah, it's that every time we go to something like this i think that THIS is going to be where i meet a new friend. is ONE non-church local friend too much to ask? we've lived here almost a year. anyway, it was a bummer trying to small talk all these moms today just to have to slosh away all embarrassed at the end.
also, i clearly have pms
Aw, I wish you lived here and we could be friends. I once had to climb all the way to the top of one of those McDonald's playscapes to "rescue" DD. I get clausterphobic. It wasn't pretty. But at least I wasn't soaking wet.
simplyinpenguin I am really sorry for your current situation, it sounds bad in a lot of ways. There are definitely some red flags there, I hope you can figure it out soon. Also, good luck with the job.
I'm skeptical of pretty much any crazy drama anyone brings here. Well, maybe not all, but a good portion of it.
I also think every newbie with an intro post is JLM or L&L here to make up a new story. Lol.
Speaking of jlm, I think I saw her at my gym this morning. This woman was brushing her teeth as I headed into the shower, and I had come out, dried off and gotten dressed before she finished.
For real? Or is this some kind of joke I'm too dense to understand?
Post by averyjessup on Jun 24, 2013 14:34:18 GMT -5
An aesthetician told me a while ago that the little bumps from waxing aren't pimples (even though they look like whiteheads), they're actually tiny blisters. Hydrocortisone is usually the most effective. Treating them as breakouts will tend to irritate the skin and make them worse.
I get them from threading, too. The skin above my lip is crazy sensitive.
I am embarassed because I feel like I am turning into a bitter or sobbing infertile. I actually woke up crying in the middle of the night on Saturday because I knew I would be seeing new babies/pregnant relatives at my family's pool party on Sunday.
I don't know how to handle this because I never thought I even wanted kids (OK, maybe just one kid) and now it looks like I won't be having any. Stupid old eggs and stupid slow swimmers. It makes me weepy almost all the time now. But even more when I know I will be around wee ones or pregnant ladies.
DH is of no real help. He was married before and apparently his young swimmers were just fine because he has 3 kids (now teenagers). He just throws out things like well, we will adopt then without having a clue on the cost/time/process and when I try to have a discussion about how we will make it work, I get the deer in the headlights look and then he says he doesn't want to talk about it. Which makes me ragey and sad and nut-punchy.
Sigh. Thinking about this is making me weepy at work. Blurgh!
And I can't even blame all this on PMS since my period ended last week. Double sigh.
I can't unlock more levels on Candy Crush because I don't really have any friends on FB that play.
What level are you on? I thought the same thing, but if you click on the next level, it should give you an option to "Play Quests," which will advance you further. However, that might end at some point, too. I'm not very far because I didn't discover this until recently, and thought I was blocked at, like, level 35 because I don't do Facebook.
I think I'm on level 20. I'll try again when I get home. It might be my phone
I am embarassed because I feel like I am turning into a bitter or sobbing infertile. I actually woke up crying in the middle of the night on Saturday because I knew I would be seeing new babies/pregnant relatives at my family's pool party on Sunday.
I don't know how to handle this because I never thought I even wanted kids (OK, maybe just one kid) and now it looks like I won't be having any. Stupid old eggs and stupid slow swimmers. It makes me weepy almost all the time now. But even more when I know I will be around wee ones or pregnant ladies.
DH is of no real help. He was married before and apparently his young swimmers were just fine because he has 3 kids (now teenagers). He just throws out things like well, we will adopt then without having a clue on the cost/time/process and when I try to have a discussion about how we will make it work, I get the deer in the headlights look and then he says he doesn't want to talk about it. Which makes me ragey and sad and nut-punchy.
Sigh. Thinking about this is making me weepy at work. Blurgh!
And I can't even blame all this on PMS since my period ended last week. Double sigh.
Zoloft worked for me. I'm serious. It's like my brain clicked and the baby obsession chilled. Like, we're still working on it, and obviously I still want kids, but I'm not a sobbing crazy mess every time I see a baby or pregnant woman.
I am embarassed because I feel like I am turning into a bitter or sobbing infertile. I actually woke up crying in the middle of the night on Saturday because I knew I would be seeing new babies/pregnant relatives at my family's pool party on Sunday.
I don't know how to handle this because I never thought I even wanted kids (OK, maybe just one kid) and now it looks like I won't be having any. Stupid old eggs and stupid slow swimmers. It makes me weepy almost all the time now. But even more when I know I will be around wee ones or pregnant ladies.
DH is of no real help. He was married before and apparently his young swimmers were just fine because he has 3 kids (now teenagers). He just throws out things like well, we will adopt then without having a clue on the cost/time/process and when I try to have a discussion about how we will make it work, I get the deer in the headlights look and then he says he doesn't want to talk about it. Which makes me ragey and sad and nut-punchy.
Sigh. Thinking about this is making me weepy at work. Blurgh!
And I can't even blame all this on PMS since my period ended last week. Double sigh.
Have you seen a RE doctor?
Yup. I don't ovulate regularly and I am advanced maternal age (43). Add DH's older, slower swimmers and the results have not been encouraging.
I am embarassed because I feel like I am turning into a bitter or sobbing infertile. I actually woke up crying in the middle of the night on Saturday because I knew I would be seeing new babies/pregnant relatives at my family's pool party on Sunday.
I don't know how to handle this because I never thought I even wanted kids (OK, maybe just one kid) and now it looks like I won't be having any. Stupid old eggs and stupid slow swimmers. It makes me weepy almost all the time now. But even more when I know I will be around wee ones or pregnant ladies.
DH is of no real help. He was married before and apparently his young swimmers were just fine because he has 3 kids (now teenagers). He just throws out things like well, we will adopt then without having a clue on the cost/time/process and when I try to have a discussion about how we will make it work, I get the deer in the headlights look and then he says he doesn't want to talk about it. Which makes me ragey and sad and nut-punchy.
Sigh. Thinking about this is making me weepy at work. Blurgh!
And I can't even blame all this on PMS since my period ended last week. Double sigh.
Zoloft worked for me. I'm serious. It's like my brain clicked and the baby obsession chilled. Like, we're still working on it, and obviously I still want kids, but I'm not a sobbing crazy mess every time I see a baby or pregnant woman.
I may have to go talk to someone and get on something. Even my mom asked me if I was happy this weekend.
Given the info we have gotten from the RE, we would needs lots of medical intervantion to have a pregnancy actually happen. So I can't even say we are "trying" right now. I supposed a miracle could happen but after almost 6 years...yeah, not likely.
Yup. I don't ovulate regularly and I am advanced maternal age (43). Add DH's older, slower swimmers and the results have not been encouraging.
Did they say IUI or IVF would be an option. I have IF also and we opted to do nothing, they wanted to start with surgery, it's a hard decision:( PM me if you ever want to. ((Hugs))
Thanks. We would have to go right to IVF.
DH and I are going on vacation in a couple of weeks and we are going to have a long talk about what we want to do. At least then I will have some direction and I can make a plan either way. I don't work well without a plan, which is another whole part of this thing. DH is much more of a seat of his pants guy and I am all about the planning.
I am embarassed because I feel like I am turning into a bitter or sobbing infertile. I actually woke up crying in the middle of the night on Saturday because I knew I would be seeing new babies/pregnant relatives at my family's pool party on Sunday.
I don't know how to handle this because I never thought I even wanted kids (OK, maybe just one kid) and now it looks like I won't be having any. Stupid old eggs and stupid slow swimmers. It makes me weepy almost all the time now. But even more when I know I will be around wee ones or pregnant ladies.
DH is of no real help. He was married before and apparently his young swimmers were just fine because he has 3 kids (now teenagers). He just throws out things like well, we will adopt then without having a clue on the cost/time/process and when I try to have a discussion about how we will make it work, I get the deer in the headlights look and then he says he doesn't want to talk about it. Which makes me ragey and sad and nut-punchy.
Sigh. Thinking about this is making me weepy at work. Blurgh!
And I can't even blame all this on PMS since my period ended last week. Double sigh.
Zoloft worked for me. I'm serious. It's like my brain clicked and the baby obsession chilled. Like, we're still working on it, and obviously I still want kids, but I'm not a sobbing crazy mess every time I see a baby or pregnant woman.
I may have to go talk to someone and get on something. Even my mom asked me if I was happy this weekend.
Given the info we have gotten from the RE, we would needs lots of medical intervantion to have a pregnancy actually happen. So I can't even say we are "trying" right now. I supposed a miracle could happen but after almost 6 years...yeah, not likely.
It made a world of difference in my overall happiness and functioning. I didn't realize how unhappy I was and it was all hinging on my baby obsession. It was a pervasive thought each and every day for at least a year. Now I feel "normal" again. I'd recommend at least talking to someone about it and seeing if it's for you.
Thanks everyone (how great you are being is making me weepy too). This is really hard and I don't have anyone I can talk to about it because none of my friends/family have dealt with IF.
(I know this is irrational) Sometimes I feel like I am somehow paying for trying to do things right. I was the double safety girl when I was single and dating. I waited for the right guy and we got married a month before I turned 38 (so already older for a first time mom). Then we waited to get financially stable/settled. And now we are where we are.
(and I know this is even more irrational) I get angry because I feel like DH is a little more lackadasical (sp?) about the whole thing because he already has 3 kids. I feel like screaming at him that if I had gotten married right out of high school and apparently didn't know how birth control worked even after two previous "oops" pregnancies I would have had 3 kids in 4 years too.
Sigh. I think I need to go home and pet my dog's ears. That always maked me feel better.
An aesthetician told me a while ago that the little bumps from waxing aren't pimples (even though they look like whiteheads), they're actually tiny blisters. Hydrocortisone is usually the most effective. Treating them as breakouts will tend to irritate the skin and make them worse.
I get them from threading, too. The skin above my lip is crazy sensitive.
(and I know this is even more irrational) I get angry because I feel like DH is a little more lackadasical (sp?) about the whole thing because he already has 3 kids. I feel like screaming at him that if I had gotten married right out of high school and apparently didn't know how birth control worked even after two previous "oops" pregnancies I would have had 3 kids in 4 years too.
I don't think this an irrational guess at where he's coming from. I imagine many 40s-aged men with 3 older children wouldn't be super eager to have a new baby. But he needs to be honest with you and communicate so you're not left guessing. And at 43, time is very important to you in regards to TTC, so he can't keep pushing this convo aside.
I hope you can get him to open up.
(hug)
There is that but the anger is also that apparently they could get pregnant at the drop of a hat (partly because they were in their late teens early 20s) and now he and I are struggling.
Thanks everyone (how great you are being is making me weepy too). This is really hard and I don't have anyone I can talk to about it because none of my friends/family have dealt with IF.
(I know this is irrational) Sometimes I feel like I am somehow paying for trying to do things right. I was the double safety girl when I was single and dating. I waited for the right guy and we got married a month before I turned 38 (so already older for a first time mom). Then we waited to get financially stable/settled. And now we are where we are.
(and I know this is even more irrational) I get angry because I feel like DH is a little more lackadasical (sp?) about the whole thing because he already has 3 kids. I feel like screaming at him that if I had gotten married right out of high school and apparently didn't know how birth control worked even after two previous "oops" pregnancies I would have had 3 kids in 4 years too.
Sigh. I think I need to go home and pet my dog's ears. That always maked me feel better.
This could be my story except kids from a previous relationship.
<<Bear Hugs>>
I hope you find peace (sooner than I did) no matter what your eventual decisions may be.