Monday, March 9, 2009

The weekend is definitely over...

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...


2 comments:

Lisa said...

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.

Caroline said...

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.