Um, hi. Blogging has been the farthest thing from my mind in the last several days. My non-reproductive life has been kind of intense.
We found out on Monday where the Navy will be sending us, and it’s a doozy: Japan. We had told the detailer that we were somewhat interested in that particular billet, but it wasn’t number one on our list and neither of us really expected it would happen. Deep breath here, because I’m talking somewhere in the neighborhood of 18 months from now, with a relocation to the East Coast in between; also, it’s a shortish tour of duty at a year and a half. Still, wrapping my brain around this idea is taking some mental gymnastics. There will be implications for my reproductive decision-making, but I will air that out later.
I’ve barely even given myself time to process this pretty fundamentally ground-shaking development, though, because I’m totally embroiled right now in some pretty effed up family dramatics. It’s complicated and I’ll spare the gory details, but here’s the basics. Hubs has this aunt who on the one hand is very, very ill, but on the other hand is and always has been a very, very difficult person to get along with. With me, as long as I’ve known her, she has consistently and systematically treated everything I say or feel as completely not valid. On a couple of occasions, I have stood up and said “What you just did was offensive to me and I don’t appreciate it,” and each time I do that she throws a humongous fit about what a terrible person I am. This time, the equation goes like this.
Hubs’ innocuous FB post + my innocuous comment + 2 trivializing comments by PsychoAunt and 1 by the grandmother + my “I don’t appreciate that” comment = TOTAL FUCKING MELTDOWN.
In which suddenly not just am I a terrible person, but I’m a terrible person who is driving a wedge between Hubs and his entire family with my perpetual antagonism, and also I am “part of the problem” as she fights her terrible illness. So rather than spending my stress on figuring out the rules for quarantining my pets or how to get a driver’s license when I relocate to the Far East, instead I’m trying to diffuse this ridiculous and hopeless situation so that I’m not held accountable for ruining Hubs’ relationship with the rest of his family after PsychoAunt is, um, no longer with us. (Otherwise, I could give two craps what she thinks about me.)
Oh yes, and this whole mess is further complicated by the fact that we’ve had one of Hubs’ old college buddies as a guest in our tiny, tiny home this week. So the poor guy has to bear the full spectacle of my being a total quivering ball of whacko.
Unbelievably, as just one more fucking thing, I think I finally had a thermal shift as of yesterday/today. (Hey look, my uterus does make an appearance here!) I ran out of OPKs last week and was too frustrated to buy more when I was convinced it just plain wasn’t going to happen this cycle, so, I don’t know for sure. But with the house guest and the shit storm and my continuing need for pantyliners, we haven’t had a go since Saturday night… which isn’t totally out of the window, but it’s not the concentrated effort I would have liked to put into it.
Whew. It’s so nice to have a place to unload.