I’ll start this post by saying that I’m not often given to writing a TMI warning ’cause I figure you wouldn’t be reading this kind of blog if you couldn’t handle a li’l bit of raw information, given in truthful way without any glossing over. But, as the title of this post should indicate, this is not just a li’l bit of raw information.
So, I didn’t start my BCP on time (Saturday) because I forgot to pick up my prescription. First thing Sunday morning, though, I dutifully drove to the pharmacy, got the meds, and popped one in the parking lot. In the instructions, it says take the one you missed as soon as you remember. So, that’s what I did. Then, last night (still Sunday), I took my 2nd one on schedule.
Well, what a mistake that was. At 2 AM, I woke up DH telling him that I really didn’t feel well. He offered to get me a water, then went back to sleep. I kept thinking that I’d go back to sleep myself and that my bad feeling would pass over. At 2:30 AM, I found out just how wrong I was. I was puking for the next 2 hours or so, in that kind of gut wrenching awful way, so hard that I actually peed on the floor while throwing up (how sexy is that??!). I’ve had a headache and felt really, awfully tired all day since then. I’m giving these darn pills 3 more days. If I don’t feel better, I’m calling the RE’s office back and asking how necessary these things are. I mean, really, it’s not like we have to worry about me getting pregnant. Plus, my period is almost like a clock. It was awful, just awful, last night. I know, I know, pregnant women throw up and probably go through much worse feelings than I had last night. I guess the difference will be that that will seem worth it, where last night just felt completely unnecessary.
This part of the post has been added later because I need a moment of venting time. Let me tell you a little story about my friend, let’s call him Jimmy.
Jimmy is pretty much a good guy. He’s mostly nice, but he’s also pretty inept. Like he constantly leaves his keys places and drops his electronic equipment in liquid (ponds, coffee cups, puddles, bath tubs, etc…). Like he can’t EVER remember when we have to go to work meetings or big events, so I end up calling to remind him, every time.
Well, Jimmy is a pretty smart guy, has a postgraduate degree and works with me in a relatively stable, if not high paying, job. He met, a few months ag0, a really pretty girl who is nice enough and all. She’s also still married. To her adulterous husband. Who is still paying all her bills, since she herself is NOT well-paid and works in a career where money goes up and down based on services rendered.
Well, guess what Jimmy just called to tell me? Yep. Said girl is PREGNANT. They are due in September. She’s moving in to his house and so is her 8 year old daughter. He’s super stoked, while also being completely scared. He’s going from confirmed bachelor to insta-family!
I know I’m just supposed to be happy for him/them. Part of me really is. But part of me just wants to re-enact that scene from Steel Magnolias where Sally Field wanders along behind the cemetery yelling “I just wanna know WHY!” Sometimes life just seems so unfair. I know I should change the way I’m seeing this. I know I’m supposed to look for the positive. I just can’t right now. I’m going to bed, with my kindle, and I’m going to read until I stop thinking about all of this.