e felt sick this morning so got up early to google early pregnancy symptoms. Tick! tick! tick! -ish! I had the nausea, tiredness and late menstruation. (Bo*sooms not swollen, more's the pity. Normal, modest size.) And so it was that e became instantly convinced of impending parenthood, blood, guts, anxiety, no more sleep, the whole fray of adult life.
(I am so suggestible. Oh dear. If they told me the planet was actually ruled by yellow peas, I would believe it. Well, definitely if it was in a Discovery documentary.)
So I waited and waited and soon enough, didn't wait anymore and woke JB up and cajoled him into joining me in the anxiety and convinced him of the need to pee-test. He went out to get a multi-peestick pack (smart boy sees future occasion for use). I pee-d and no.
Negatory.
After a moment of disappointment I bounced back to my usual comfort-level of being in my body on my own-ee-oo. Phew, in a way. Ahhoooo :( in a way.
Nausea? Gone!
Odd, that.
Still late with the Time but that is not unheard of, specially when whipped into a self-induced sweat of hysteria and stress.
B*osooms normal sized. (Pity, as above).
Will "try" again later.
In other news, not much is happening. I had a nice green oasis of calm down at home. Smokey is well, if a bit moth-eaten still. Jen is getting better. I gave a hand at F*stina L*nte, a charitable organisation that trains special needs young people to ride and look after horses for a living. We had Plum a lovely mare with some kind of skin cancer, which they swear is not causing her any pain (they are very sensitive to the horses there, with bitless bridles, and weight-carrying charts). She was pulling a bit, and staring at the wind coming into the school, but she was gentle and good really. Afterwards there was the AGM of the association, which I was invited to as well in a house with a lovely view - and a studio. There were some Really Poor Paintings on the wall, our hostess (a very nice woman in all other respects) seems to be the perpetrator of those Excreable Girls in Floaty dresses With Occasional Lumpen Child Invariably Swirling on the Beach that appear on Merrion Sq on Sundays. Ooooo, woe is me. Such Badness.
Old Friend's mare had a foal that is mostly chestnut with a dappled grey rump.
!!
Have to see her. OF is delighted with her.
Thursday had great fun with Spike rough and tumbling in the garden. AGAIN! He'd run through my legs and have a swing and roll around on the grass with me. AGAIN! and then, Bobby? he took my hand and we went and fell asleep in front of the 101 Dalm*tions.
Hah, yes, not to be moaning minny, but I feel the pukey again.
???
Oh, and a rant, my mother has this habit of making snarky side comments about me when we are out with Other People. I think it's nervousness, and I do understand - I have recognised the same Beast within myself with the JB, but I don't like it. I was saying hello to B*ryl and she was giving me a hug and saying she hadn't seen me since the weddding and asking me how was JB and I was saying he was a bit of a saint. My mother:
He'd need to be.He'd need to be?? Why? and btw, wtf?
Huh. She never does this with e's brother.
Tis so true that the expectations are gender-based and So Much Simpler for the males.
Still I am sure it was just a joke. She is sweet and gave me a lift yesterday to the station and is always there for me. And looks after my geriatic horse.