In general, I'm doing quite well. I've been able to focus at work most of the time. I'm not a teary mess prone to negative thoughts, nor a complete space cadet (although I did leave my purse at home on Thursday). I can see a little anger poking through now and again through sarcasm or self depreciating humour, but it's little peeks, not full blown craziness.
|Does this look like someone who slept 10 hours?|
Physically, things are also good. I pretty much fit back into my old bras. The bruises on my abdomen are pale brown, if they were elsewhere you might think I missed a spot with sunscreen and have a strange tan line. I somehow lost a little weight. That has helped with my body acceptance. I don't feel fat on top of not speaking to my uterus and I fit into another pair of pants. I'm about 10lbs down from my high weight and looking at my book of measurements, my waist is the same size as it was in 2007 (granted it was an inch smaller in 2010, I still have a little ways to go). I don't really have the resources to focus on weight loss, I'd just like to continue making wiser choices and keep an eye on my portion sizes. I'm not in a rush and this seems to be working.
I am struggling to do some things I would have avoided while pregnant. I guess to do some of these things I really have to be okay that it's done. Really done-done. This is where I see a little disconnect. I'm not sad, I can talk about what happened and adoption, and yet I can't seem to accept a diet Coke or a glass of wine. I am easing into these things and trying not to make a big deal of it either way (neither beating myself up for not being ready nor forcing myself to do it). I'll get there. I've had a few sips of Mr. Lina's beer and is it really such a bad thing to not have artificial sweetners? Weight loss sure is easier if I'm not drinking a bottle of wine.
Mr. Lina is doing a little better too. Not that we've talked much about the loss specifically, but we both seem to feel like we've said as much as we can on the previous losses and we are able to talk about what's next. He is starting to say things that he will miss because we won't experience a new born baby. It's a start. When I went to see our therapist I went on my own. I was worried at first she would think things weren't good with us, she's often commented on the strength of our relationship. But she agreed with me, if he wasn't ready to talk to her, that's okay and it was okay for me to come on my own. I'm pretty sure he's coming with me on Thursday for the second appointment.
Moving onto adoption is a big domino to over turn. We had already said we would need to move, so naturally that's next on the to-do list. (Side note, it's not Children's Aid Society/Family & Child Services (CAS/FACS depending on the region) that would require us to move, but this isn't our "with-kids-forever-house" and it's not fair to adopt siblings and realize 3 days in that there isn't enough space and putting them through more upheaval. I'm not giving up my sewing room.) I'm not sure how ready I am for that. It's making me more likely to pitch things while cleaning up, but it's moving that makes me feel overwhelmed when I really think about it. I'm not sure where we should go to, which employers we should focus on when picking a location, it's a lot to juggle and I don't like ruling out options. Not to mention 9 years of crap in the house that needs to be dealt with. I've packed up two clear 62L bins of fabric. It sounds like a lot but it still leaves lots of fabric to work with should the muse strike. I could probably fill two more and still have fabric out for a dozen projects. Cleaning up my sewing room like this also made me realize just how many UFO's I have. UFOs are something to contemplate another day.
In the meantime, I've ended up crocheting a lot. Granted it's all the same blanket pattern that I made for my niece, but I find it soothing and it makes television time with Mr. Lina feel less... wasteful. One project is in a white yarn that I'm not overly happy with. It felt softer on the ball than in the project and it's made up BIG. This is not going to be a baby sized blanket. I need to buy another crappy ball of yarn because it's not long enough for the width and it's not so crappy that it isn't worth finishing. So it's on hold for the moment. While in Manitoba, I started a yellow blanket I'm happier with. It's soft and the shells are smaller and popping to opposite sides nicely. As much as I bought 3 balls of wool, I think I'll need a 4th, it's not getting a lot of height in the shells. I put 27 shells across instead of 29 that the pattern calls for, but it is still going to need more rows to look balanced to the width.
And just a reminder that there will be a Toronto meet up on August 10th at 10am. I am really looking forward to it. FunnyGrrl is coming to town and the details are on her blog, Falling Through Your Clothes. It looks like we're up to 9-10 people so far.