Hi gang,
Due to DH trapping a nerve in his back, I was asked at 5.45 this morning if I wouldn't mind going and helping on the market stall today. I'd been dreading going back as:
a) I still feel cack
b) I didn't want to face people and be all smiley
c) The loo facilities are basic beyond belief (and I'm still bleeding)
d) I didn't know how I'd react to seeing babies etc
e) I didn't want people to say things that would upset me
Didn't do too bad really I suppose. Cried 3 times and welled up a few.
Had two stupid comments from other stall holders - "I strongly believe that what's meant to be will be" wtf???
And a customer of mine who I'd told the news to two weeks ago (day before all the sodding trouble started)who knows about DH's illness, and also that I had an anaphylactic shock 6 weeks ago came out with this gem: "oh, I was only saying to my husband earlier that I thought you'd lose it because of the stress" charming!!
Needless to say, I cried. I also cried when someone brought a crying baby to the stall next to me, and when the local nursery brought out all the little kids in their pushchairs for some fresh air.
Someone tell me that this gets easier!
DH had his first round of treatment today - 1 litre of gunk injected straight into his tummy (OUCH!!) and 0.25 of a litre in a drink he described as "snot-like". Yum... bet he can't wait for next week!
Still, I told him he gets his own back on Monday when I have the internal scan to make sure all is well. Then, treatment or no treatment, he's on baby making duty!!