I am having a tremendous amount of work-related anxiety and stress—we’re talking sleepless nights, daily headaches, heart palpitations, neck pain and tears. It’s worse than IVF and that’s saying something. I have no idea what I’m going to do about all of it, but something’s gotta give before our embryo transfer next month because I won’t go through that when I already feel like this.
To make matters worse, my iPhone keeps autocorrecting the word “fuck” to “duck.” Sometimes you just need to vent to your wife via text, and you do not need Apple trying to make it PG.
Also, I had an extremely vivid and real dream last night that I was pregnant. We all know how much fun those are.
All of that is a very long way of saying that today really sucks. I am coping with the suckage by obsessively listening to my Harry Potter audiobooks and knitting with a vengeance.
Over the weekend, I cast on for the Hitchhiker scarf/shawlette with some beautiful variegated turquoise wool yarn that my mother in law brought me from their Route 66 road trip last year. I don’t have the label anymore for some reason, but I remember that it was hand dyed in Taos, NM. I already love this scarf so much. I have no idea how I’ll part with it, but I have to because I can’t wear wool. I know–what kind of knitter can’t wear wool? This kind, apparently.
Unfortunately, I cannot knit OR listen to Harry Potter at work, so who wants to help me with my resume?
Hound Mamas 