You know that song "Everybody Wants You" by Billy Squier?
That's how I feel these days.
Besides my normal household and family obligations - cooking, cleaning (both of which the husband has been doing or significantly assisting me with while he's been on paternity leave), taking care of baby Rowan, and lesson planning for Gavin - there's work and play.
Work is pretty straightforward: finish editing and get the new manuscript back to my editor for her to review.
But then there's also the husband asking me if I'm willing to DM an AD&D module, just for him. Our D&D group has been pretty much absent over the past couple of months, what with holidays, long work shifts, and illness. I was DMing a campaign, but we only played it... um, once. Everybody said they enjoyed it, and it was certainly nice for my husband to get a break from running the game - to actually play instead.
However, one of our players also wanted to run a Vampire game. No one wanted to play 3 different campaigns. So we were going to stick with the one my husband was running and the Vampire game, which we haven't started yet.
I told hubby I don't really remember AD&D well and have never been good about knowing rules, but he wants to give it a try anyway. So I somehow need to find time to dig up a module to play. He knows, though, that family, the house, and my work have to come first.
As far as all the fun postpartum stuff, the only thing that was really frustrating over the past 2 weeks was the lochia. But, hooray, it seems to have stopped! Now I really want to attack my husband, but he'd rather I wait until the 6-week check-up. Boo, hiss, says I. It doesn't help to spend 9 months with my hormones going, "Sex? Ewwww!" then to suddenly hit reverse and go back to my normal, "Sex? NOW!" self. It's like getting hit with a ton of bricks.
My dreams also aren't helping. Stupid subconscious. Anyway, I'm calling the clinic to make my appointment. It won't be until right around Valentine's Day, though... Fine, but I'm not going without as of the weekend of February 16, so I hope the doctor I get will give me the IUD then. Though some make you wait 2 weeks and book another appointment for that.
Oh yes, that's something that's kind of freaking me out. A lot.
Ever since I was 18, I was on the pill. The pill was great and worked well for me during the past 20 years. Unfortunately, the monthly expense (about $40 a month for the brand I've always used) is exorbitant. Well, maybe $40 a month doesn't sound like much, but when you're accustomed to getting it for free at a military pharmacy... and then you're about to lose that benefit as your husband's enlistment ends, every dollar counts.
So I'm going for something long-term, and since the horror stories about Essure are too horrifying, I decided to try the Mirena IUD. Many women tell me they are very, very happy with it. But I'm freaked out about having something medical inserted in me. I've never, ever had a surgery in my life (knock on wood - oh, and I don't count getting my wisdom teeth removed: I was wide awake, they gave me some Novocaine, then popped those little guys out like there was nothing to it. After that, I went about my day, running errands, and headed back to work the following day).
Now, I realize the IUD isn't inserted surgically. But what I mean is, I've just never had anyone do anything medical inside me. Having a foreign object implanted in me skeeves me out, especially the idea that it could somehow pierce something and go drifting around... (that's one of the big problems I read about with Essure, which is too bad, because I really, really wanted to go the permanent sterilization route).
But it's the best choice for us, both reproductively and financially. Sooo... *sigh* I'll try not to be nervous.
Anyway, just look at Avery and Rowan together. So cute. I'm not sure what Avery thinks of her, but he's been pretty accepting about the arrival of a new squawker.
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