It has just been one of those weeks. The ones where you just want to spend all your time in bed under the covers. I actually stayed home on Monday.
It started last Thursday, when my husband came down with a stomach virus. I suggested he stick to clear fluids and take it easy. He actually did not miss work on Thursday or Friday. Of course the minute he was feeling a bit better on Saturday, he tried to eat normally at a BBQ and have a couple of beer. Bad idea. Poor guy ended up back in the bathroom multiple times Saturday evening/night and kept complaining about his sore behind. Baby. I have mild IBS or mild Endo or I am slowly developing the diverticulitis that both my dad and grandmother have . . . whatever, my tummy is sensitive. So I did not really have any sympathy for the whiny husband. Bad wife.
Last Friday I was moving boxes around in our office at work. I must have lifted something wrong and tweaked a muscle. I was miserable Sunday and Monday - even Tuesday night when I forgot to take something to help ease the pain. Sigh. It's still bothering me a bit today. Really it is just a sign I need to get more exercise. Losing some weight would help too.
So with my husband being ill and me being in pain, sleep has not been my friend this week. I need my sleep. At least a good sold, seven hours if not closer to eight, or I end up in a horrible mood. Hence me feeling a little low this week.
Of course on top of all of this my mom calls and says she has been stressing about me. Worried about me getting not being pregnant before I turn 35. I know I am 34, I know it gets harder after 35, I know my 35th birthday is in October. But, really? Come on, you are not helping. One of the reasons I want to lose weight is to prepare for possible fertility treatments.
I did manage to find some new work out shoes for a good price. My husband and I are going to go to the gym on Saturday and transfer his membership into my name, as I need it more than him right now. I also set up a new food diary.
Hopefully next week will be better.