cleverly disguised as a responsible adult

Back from Florida. Werk, not fun. Found out I have to go again near the end of January. Yey.

Made an appointment to get my hair cut and dyed. Am nervous and excited. I don't look like my internal image says I should look. I look like I feel like I deserve to look, but I don't like where that train of thought leads me.

Not sure if it was caffeine withdrawl, dehydration, or stress that turned my afternoon into a blinding world of pain. Dinner, water, snuggles, and liberal application of Advil have so far taken the edge off. This is good, as I have an upgrade with which to deal tonight and tomorrow.

This week has not been helped by my body's sudden assertion that it's done slacking off and we really should get back to thinking about more babies. Little does my uterus know that it's not getting any more chances to break my brain. Two is enough and I'm still trying to put myself back together from the bits I picked up after the worst of the post-prtum depression was behind me.

Waiting on a call back from the clinic. I called in sick to work today because all the muscles in my back, neck, and hips hurt bad enough to be making me sick to my stomach. Advil isn't helping, hydrating isn't helping. I'd curl up into a little ball if that wouldn't hurt even more. 

Shimmy in the Grain was fun. I learned a lot, I think, and had fun hanging out with my ladies. Cassandra is an awesome instructor, as is Sonya. I really, really enjoyed the sessions that I had with them. I kind of regret going to the Golden Age Dancers lecture instead of Elegant Arms session, since we didn't hear anything about technique or how to mimic the style, just watched video. I have half a choreography ready for Northern Lights, but I need some artistic direction to get the look that I'm going for. I bought some new pretties, but there were, of course, no bedlah available in my measurements. That's what Bhuz is for, I guess.

So I'm going to go lay on the couch and hopefully snooze while waiting for the phone to ring. I really, really hope they have muscle relaxants that are safe to take while breastfeeding. If they say to just stick with Advil, I may end up making emergency massage therapy calls instead.