I don't generally love Monday mornings. But today I have a number of gripes.
First of all, it's snowing. What the heck! It was 60 degrees and sunny yesterday, and now we have ice and snow. *sigh* I hate March.
Second complaint. I'm spotting. Ugh. After I went off the pill, this would happen to varying degrees the week before I expect my period. When I did acupuncture last summer, it seemed to help a bit. Months that I'm on clomid, I don't have spotting. It's not a big deal- I've had various tests done around it. It's just annoying. It's basically almost having my period for four to seven days before I get it for another 2-3 days. Fun stuff.
The thing that really has me in a foul mood, though, is III's job. I hate it sometimes. Often-times, lately. He volunteered to help out on another officer's case, and it has resulted in at least twice a week of evening work and/or weekend work. He worked yesterday from 2-9. Then he came home and told me that his Thursday night shift (during which I had made plans so I wasn't sitting at home alone with the dogs again) got changed to Tuesday night. When I complained he said "Well, lots of other people are making more sacrifices than I am for this case." Wrong answer!!! Those guys ARE ASSIGNED TO THAT CASE. He's doing this work plus his regular work!
As if that wasn't enough, at 4am his phone rang. I won't (and probably shouldn't) go into details, but basically there was an issue with a source and forty five minutes later III left to go deal with it- which made me nervous. Luckily, he's a good doobie and text messaged me at 6:30 to tell me he was finished and he was safe.
People always ask me if his job makes me nervous, and it doesn't usually. Just once in a while when there are situations like that. Funny enough, I was on the other end of this conversation ten years ago- I worked with a girl who's husband was a police officer on the night shift in a crappy part of the city. I asked her if it made her nervous that he was out there all night and was surprised when she said no. Now I understand... you could make yourself crazy.
If you had told me five years ago that I'd end up a cop's wife, I never would have believed you. But I guess I can't complain too much- the position III has now is what brought him to this area, and without it I never would have met him. I knew what I was getting into when I married him (well, mostly...). So I just have to suck it up, and hope the circumstances around his job get better sooner rather than later...
First of all, it's snowing. What the heck! It was 60 degrees and sunny yesterday, and now we have ice and snow. *sigh* I hate March.
Second complaint. I'm spotting. Ugh. After I went off the pill, this would happen to varying degrees the week before I expect my period. When I did acupuncture last summer, it seemed to help a bit. Months that I'm on clomid, I don't have spotting. It's not a big deal- I've had various tests done around it. It's just annoying. It's basically almost having my period for four to seven days before I get it for another 2-3 days. Fun stuff.
The thing that really has me in a foul mood, though, is III's job. I hate it sometimes. Often-times, lately. He volunteered to help out on another officer's case, and it has resulted in at least twice a week of evening work and/or weekend work. He worked yesterday from 2-9. Then he came home and told me that his Thursday night shift (during which I had made plans so I wasn't sitting at home alone with the dogs again) got changed to Tuesday night. When I complained he said "Well, lots of other people are making more sacrifices than I am for this case." Wrong answer!!! Those guys ARE ASSIGNED TO THAT CASE. He's doing this work plus his regular work!
As if that wasn't enough, at 4am his phone rang. I won't (and probably shouldn't) go into details, but basically there was an issue with a source and forty five minutes later III left to go deal with it- which made me nervous. Luckily, he's a good doobie and text messaged me at 6:30 to tell me he was finished and he was safe.
People always ask me if his job makes me nervous, and it doesn't usually. Just once in a while when there are situations like that. Funny enough, I was on the other end of this conversation ten years ago- I worked with a girl who's husband was a police officer on the night shift in a crappy part of the city. I asked her if it made her nervous that he was out there all night and was surprised when she said no. Now I understand... you could make yourself crazy.
If you had told me five years ago that I'd end up a cop's wife, I never would have believed you. But I guess I can't complain too much- the position III has now is what brought him to this area, and without it I never would have met him. I knew what I was getting into when I married him (well, mostly...). So I just have to suck it up, and hope the circumstances around his job get better sooner rather than later...
2 comments:
Sorry for the spotting! My DH is a police officer too and I get what you are saying. Good for you for making other plans though - I need to get more of a life.
I'm sorry for the insensitive comments that were made to you. Some people just don't get infertility and can say unhelpful things.
The spotting sounds annoying. I hope that your weeks pans out to be a good one, despite IIIs demanding job. I can imagine that being married to a cop must make routine almost impossible.
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