Therapy

I went to therapy yesterday. I guess it was good?? I have no frame of reference for what makes it good or not good. I guess I can't really tell after just one visit. I'm not entirely sure that I will click with this woman, but again- one visit is hard to make a judgement about. So for now I'll keep going.

I guess I didn't really think about what it was that I was looking for from the whole experience. Just to vent? Advice? No idea. I don't think it was just venting. I do that a lot and I feel like I talk about things on my own. So that may be part of the issue. Not quite sure what to expect from the whole experience.

I figure it can't hurt, though.

Boston Recap

Had such a fun trip. I love traveling with my husband. He makes it so enjoyable. The only bad part about the trip was that it was cold. Ok- it was freezing. And we didn't pack for freezing. In my head- it was 65 and sunny. Except it was actually more like 45 degrees. We had a great time- we were tourists and rode segways. (My new favorite thing- seriously- they are so fun. You should try them.) Here is my I'm scared of the Segway picture:

But I got over it and it was super fun. We did a lot of eating- especially in the North End- Boston's Little Italy. The food was amazeballs. It's nice to spend time with J doing new fun things. I'm glad to be able to have these chances. 

Happy Birthday to ME!

Happy Birthday to ME, Happy Birthday to ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEE!!

I'm 34 today. I love my birthday. It's a whole day of being an attention whore. It's fabulous. I got amazing gifts for my birthday. My friend Brooke sent me a box full of sunshiney things including a new C for my collection and a beautiful bracelet that has an Emily Dickenson poem stamped into it. "Hope is a thing with feathers" and the inside reads "that perches in the soul". I love it and I love Brooke.

Two weeks ago J and I went to an art show and bought a piece of art- A Penny. I love it. It was delivered and is now hanging in my living room.

J came and had lunch with me at work and he gave me a very pretty black diamond necklace. A girl can never have too few diamonds, right? I bought myself new Tory Burch sunglasses and tomorrow we fly to Boston for a long weekend.

Sometimes I forget how lucky I am and how many people I have in my life that are so so good to me. So despite everything that is troubling me, I am such a lucky girl. I am so thankful for what I have. Especially my J. Without him, I would be nothing.

34 is going to be a good year.

FML

Those yahoos at work changed my work schedule. And they couldn't really have come up with worse hours if they tried. The hours only changed by one little hour, but in communing land- that's all it needs. I was already going into work super early just to avoid the traffic, but this will be terrible. I think the worst part is that I won't be home till likely 7:30 at night. That means it will be near impossible to do anything after work.

I'm applying like crazy for jobs. Hopefully something comes through.

Just My Luck

This weekend we spent time with some old friend's of J's. And I almost committed a felony. A legit felony. Because I almost strangled a man this weekend. More than once.

I can't even do the back story justice- it's way to long to type out, but I'll give you the highlights. J's friend M is married to a lady who looks like Mimi from the Drew Carey show. They have three kids together. And the poor kids are totally neglected. Neglected to the point where they have pretty severe behavioral problems. M left Mimi and the kids (but didn't get divorced) and is now with his new girlfriend and their child K. Stay with me- total of 4 kids. So Mimi and the first three are on welfare and food stamps because Mimi REFUSES to work. M doesn't see his first three kids because he and Mimi don't get along.

So this weekend I spent ALL.FREAKING.DAY. listening to him blame Mimi for all the problems the kids have. UM HELLO?!?! WHERE WERE YOU BUDDY??  His three kids are living in total squalor while he sits back blaming Mimi and doing nothing about it. Ugh. I swear I thought I was going to put a butter knife through his eye. Meanwhile his 5 year old is running around the Natural History Museum and he has no idea where she is half the time. Worst parent ever. For serious. I told J that I couldn't take any more and that he was SO lucky that I could just shut my mouth.

This guy has 4 kids. And we'll shell out thousands of dollars just to get a shot at one. Tell me please how that is fair.

Adoption Talk

This past weekend J brought up adoption. If you've read my posts lately, you'll see why this was like the worst timing ever. In the past, I would have been so happy to talk about this stuff with him. But my emotional tank is on a big fat E lately. I can't even imagine talking about adoption. That is like a whole world that I know nothing about.

Don't take this the wrong way- I was adopted myself and love the idea of adoption, but there is SO much I don't know about the process that I can't even think about starting to think about all that.

I also think that he wants to talk adoption because of my recent freak outs. I'm pretty sure he thinks that the next few months and then IVF will end with me in a padded room, crying and rocking. His solution? Let's adopt! For reals- I hate this shit.

Admitting Defeat?

Maybe it's just being proactive? Yes. Let's call it that.

Did a lot of thinking this weekend. And well I had yet another melt down. I had full intentions of attending the 3rd birthday party of a friend of mine from college's son. And I just couldn't make myself go. I had a panic attack about 30 minutes before we were supposed to leave and ended up crying in my bed. J seriously has no idea what to do with me when this happens. And I think it's really starting to freak him out too. On top of that- I think my most recent string of unhappiness comes from more than just all this infertility business.

I'm pretty unhappy with my weight lately. My eating habits have gone right into the shitter. So that is the first change. I need to get moving and I need to start changing the way I eat. Pronto. I've been making 1000 excuses in my head about why I haven't started doing this, but now there is no excuse anymore. I need to get my act together.

I've decided to try therapy. My anxiety is getting worse and worse. And I'm MONTHS away from treatment. I think that rather than let myself spiral away, that I should try to be a bit proactive and learn to manage things as we go. I'm going to call two people from my insurance website and see where I get with that. Ugh.