Hello everyone.
Can I please have a bit of a pity party? I'll be 30 weeks this weekend. 43, with DD 6 and DS 3.
I've had a rough month behind me - it's early winter, and all four of us have been sick sick sick. DD had to be on antibiotics twice for an ear infection, and DS had croup. He still has yellow rivers of snot, but is happy. I was sick from the start, but didn't go to the dr. When I finally went, I had bronchitis, sinus, and a very nasty post nasal drip. Eventually I had to take 10 days off work. Dr gave me antibiotics which made me even more sick, and it seems to have triggered vomiting that is still going on. It has reduced somewhat, hopefully because I'm not coughing so much. (In my first pregnancy I vomited for 9 months solid).
I got back to work on Monday with to lots to do - starting my return to work with a two day intensive strategy session, and the follow-up from that. There are still about 100 unread emails in my inbox. And I'm just too tired to be bothered. (Normally I'm Ms Proactive). And the most brilliant shining star in the department will be retiring on Tuesday. (He started at the company BEFORE I WAS BORN!!!).
This whole year has been super exhausting. While I wasn't vomiting up a storm, I've been feeling nauseous enough to shed quite a number of kilos - I'm now about 8kg less than when I fell pregnant. This is actually brilliant for me (still overweight...), the baby is doing well, etc, but hasn't worked wonders for my energy levels.
I got a new boss in February, which has made work more stressful. At the end of February we moved house, which is IMHO one of the most horrid things in the word. In April my DP was hijacked - fortunately he was unhurt, but it still has created a lot of stress and hassle. (The car was recovered, but it is an administrative nightmare - we still have to submit paperwork for one more police clearance.)
And as I was waiting for my 24 week appointment, I was fiddling on fb, and discovered messages from DP's alcoholic boss alleging an affair (they were in some separate mailbox because of privacy settings). He first denied it, but finally admitted it. She went all crazy and bombarded me with texts. I eventually got a restraining order against her. DP is deeply regretful. However, a betrayal like that is profoundly hurtful, and really, the timing couldn't have been worse (not that there is ever good timing for something like that). We are dealing with it as well as we can, but it is bloody awful.
I am beyond tired, mostly emotionally, but - given pregnancy and having been sick as a dog - physically too. I have two months of work left, and have no idea where I'm going to get the energy from to pull it off. I absolutely adore my kids, but once the first shift at work is done, it is the second shift at home, and especially the 3 year old is very demanding at the moment.
Sorry for whining, but I really feel drained and miserable. And not particularly inspired to jump in and be productive.