Yesterday I felt like crap. The new metformin dose (1500 mg) is kicking my butt. I called in sick. It was nice to sleep most of the day. Last night my good friend called. She worked with me at the childcare center where I met the family I currently nanny for. She knows them well. I had emailed her earlier in the week and mentioned I was depressed, but that I couldn't tell her why. She responded and asked if she could do anything. So last night she called and said, "check your email." She had sent another email with a list of guesses as to why I was depressed. I finally told her. She is the best. She immediately understood why I was upset. She and her partner are also ttc and haven't had luck yet. She commiserated with me on the phone for over an hour. It felt so good to talk to her and not burden my poor hubby again with the same old stuff. Then this morning she called me on my way into work to tell me she loved me and that it would be o.k. I love her!
Today was good! My boss actually went to work. The oldest was at preschool and the toddler was dry all day! This is only his 3rd day in underwear. I was able to take it easy, and we stayed home the entire day except for the preschool run. All was well until the bosses were late getting home from work. They breeze in and don't even apologize. I grab my stuff and say goodbye to the boys. The moms said "oh, is it 6 o'clock already?" To which I reply, "nope, it's 5:50 I'm leaving because I got her at 7:30 today." Still... no apology. She comes back with. "Wow! I totally forgot. I guess is pregnancy brain." ARGH!!! She's going to use that excuse already? She's 6 WEEKS PG! Plus, I can count on 1 hand the number of times I'VE been late to work. And when I am I always call and then apologize profusely when I arrive.
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