and here comes number two...
i feel like i'm losing touch with my friends. one of them has recently conceived through first time ivf - she had a couple of hellish years of no work, no baby, no house and all of a sudden all those things have started to happen for her. i've tried to be there for her, calling to ask how she is, letting her talk, listening etc. at times i've thought she was right proper crackers, but she just needed someone to listen to her. and suddenly i'm realising she's not there for me in the same way. we were talking about bfing with a group of friends. knowing that i still feed madam, and that madam is walking, she told everyone "i think i'm going to feed until 6 months. i mean, personally, for me, i just don't really think it's, you know, ugh, to feed when they're, like already walking". i mean, ok, ok, so you're not really into the idea of breastfeeding beyond proper babydom, fine. but i felt so slighted by her comment, even though it was framed by saying "personally, for me". like when i told her that when madam wakes any time from 3.30am - 6.30am, we bring her into our bed, i feed her with the aim of her going back to sleep, even for a bit, her comment was "well, i couldn't be dealing with that". i just feel judged. i probably shouldn't, but i do.
and a couple of other friends have lives which we could never live - they have money to consider private schools, take amazing holidays, moving houses to areas we couldn't afford etc etc. suddenly this really matters to me and i can see friendships ending because we simply can't keep up. i mean, it's not like we are on the breadline - far from it, but i am doing what betty draper talked about in mad men (my latest obsession), "counting other people's money". i don't like myself for it, but i am.
i know aubi and turnip were talking a bit about their relationships with their dhs. i am feeling similar. i met dh 3 months before my mum died. i fell in love with him, just as i was losing my mum, so it was a strangely happy and dreadful time. he was so strong and took care of me and my dad - when madam arrived i suddenly saw the paranoia he has about her (inherited from his mother), the fear, the paralysis, and i did wonder where that strong man went. i love him, lots and lots, but there are times when i just want to say "oh, grow up and be a man, make a decision and stick with it". i know that is awful, but i think the heads down approach and wait for things to change is right. i am really very lucky, but i am aware i am not always that nice to him. it's tough, this marriage/partnership lark, isn't it?
oh, and ttc. i am suddenly full of despair that we won't ever have another baby. i don't think i'm ovulating (no cm to speak of) at the moment, and as i said, my cycles are loooooong and irregular, so it is super hard to pinpoint ovulation. and as sex is not as frequent as it might be, we need to pinpoint the time. i was temperature charting last time (and using acupuncture) so i could roughly tell when i was ovulating. i can't temperature chart because madam wakes at such random times, so i can't compare temperatures. i am also convinced that my weight is a bar to conceiving, but feeling very despondent about ever getting it off (thanks, SL about the running - didn't go back last week as my back was out - and haven't run now for 10 days - due back at the club tomorrow but am terrified about doing my back again). i suppose i should also completely stop bfing to restore my hormones, but then how would we get madam to go back to sleep in the mornings???
sorry for the me me me post.
must remember to post more regularly to avoid this deluge.