Thursday, December 27, 2012
Man, was I looking forward to having a week and a half off. I'd been feeling really run down and wanted a chance to relax and refresh. But then I realized I wasn't just tired from working too much - I was actually sick. Long story short, I have shingles. Shingles! WTF! I have very itchy spots on my abdomen and back, and I'm kind of exhausted. Oh, and I think I have PMS too.
On top of that, my weight is the highest it's ever been and I so desperately want to do something about it but I feel like I have no energy to even come up with a plan. And I just turned 35, so I'm now officially old when it comes to getting pregnant. (Our attempts at conceiving have been put on hold until after we've seen a specialist, which we're doing in early Jan.) I kind of cry whenever I hear about other people's babies or pregnancies, which is all the freaking time. I think I'm depressed.
I'm hoping I'll have something more cheerful to write about soon. Just so this post isn't totally negative, here's a picture of "my" dog (actually my parents') on his 11th birthday the other week: