So, last week was really bad for me. Mostly at work. I really wanted to quit and find another job. This week was a lot better. I’m not the type of person to let other people get the better of me so I’m trying as hard as I can to go with the flow and see what happens. I’m not a big job hopper. My last few jobs I lost because the company had layoffs. Not because I just quit.
Also, I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. I’m trying to think about things more and not act so impulsively. Trying to be a practical adult.
My main concern for this year is to get pregnant. I love my daughter with all that I have but I’d love it if I could give her a little brother or sister. Not just for her sake but for mine as well. I’m the youngest of four and I know what it’s like to grow up with siblings. I want my daughter to have the same childhood I did. With someone around to play with or argue with or get into trouble with. I’m hoping against hope that I can make that happen. My first pregnancy was good but it was short-my daughter was born 9 weeks early. Also, I had to have an iui just to get pregnant. I got lucky, because the first time it was done I got pregnant. So far, I’ve been trying the old fashioned way for almost a year now and I’m not having any success. I have to wait a couple months until my insurance kicks in and then I might have to see the doctor about having an iui again.
My problem is, I have pcos which basically means that I don’t ovulate or menstruate normally. It has other symptoms such as weight gain, excessive male hormones-which explains a lot-and basically irregular periods. Normally I don’t get a period unless I’m on the pill. For over a year now I’ve been off the pill and getting a period-actually two-every month. But I’m still not getting pregnant. We’ll see what happens with that.
Also, I’ve just been thinking about people I’ve reconnected with this past year and how well that’s going. Several months ago I ended a long friendship with someone who was basically my best friend. It wasn’t that I stopped caring but for years now we’ve always been in different stages in our lives and never in the same one at the same time. We grew apart and as much as I tried to hold onto that friendship, I knew it was inevitably going to come to an end.
On a good note, ending that friendship gave me more time and energy to devote to other friends that I might not have if I still had this other person in my life. I feel in a way that a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I feel free to be who I want and be friends with who I want to and I don’t feel like I have to hide anything for fear of being judged or criticized.
This year is going to be a good one. At least I hope so. I won’t give up though, no matter how bad things may seem. And hopefully I can one day tell people that I’m pregnant again. In due time I suppose.