A tale of that wacky world of infertility that has now spiraled into the fascinating world of Guatemalan adoption and now... Parenting a child who's smile lights up the world, has a laugh that would drive the meanest person to hysterics and who also happens to have a genetic deletion at 16p11.2.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Just breathe
That's what I've been telling myself all day.
Missed spinning class by 3 minutes (they locked the door) and I was so excited to break in my new spinning shoes. Just breathe and get on the elliptical for 45 minutes at the highest setting.
Get a call from the Agency. Stand in social worker (our s/w is away for a few days) says "you are going to wire the money to Guatemala today right?" "I wasn't planning on it why?" "Oh, it has to be done today without fail. You may be able to do it tomorrow morning but that's pushing it". Just breathe. Called Marc and he took care of calling the bank.
Left office for appointment with breast doctor and get a few blocks, realize I forgot the films. Just breathe, walk back to the office and then power walk a mile to the doctor's office getting very sweaty in the process.
Get back and there is no confirmation from the bank. Marc is stuck doing something and I have to call the bank. Sitting on hold for over thirty minutes... just breathe. Explained situation to amazing woman at the bank and we have our tracking number for the wire transfer.
Breathing is an amazing thing. No only does it keep us alive (duh) but it massages the internal organs. Everyone likes a good massage right? I have also come to the realization that the pains are definitely stress related. I was fine until the last part of this happened. Bang - pain right between the shoulder blades. I closed my eyes, took deep cleansing breaths and the pain subsided.
Wow, do I sound granola crunchy or what??? Sorry gang. I'm not a crunchy kinda girl but this shit has kept me sane during a fairly insane day. Peace out :)
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Just wanted to say you're doing a great job with all of this. I would be a basketcase. I have just started yoga and found your comments about breathing so true! And I am not-crunchy as well. Whatever works - do it and do it happily. I'm keeping everything crossed that this is stress free for you.
ReplyDeleteBreathing is so good for you... and I agree it can make you feel a whole lot better!
ReplyDeleteHappy to hear that you got the money wired and it sounds like you got a good work-out in by power walking to your appointment.
I am blind or something... you asked me to email you for the name of your agency and I can't seem to find your email address. Will you send it to me? I am at motherofnone AT gmail DOT com.
ReplyDeleteThanks :o)
Keep breathing! :)
ReplyDeleteDont you have a protest to go to? Keep massaging those organs, girl.
ReplyDelete(Ooh, that sounds kinky.)
Call me crunchy, call me grape nuts, I'm so all about energy and vibes now. I've begun to call myself a hippie! DH laughs and doesn't know how serious I am. I think I'm going to guy buy hemp clothing this week just to wake him up!
ReplyDeleteI am a big big fan of the breathing. Whenever I stress out I check my breathing and inevitably I'm scrunching up and holding my breath.
ReplyDeleteLet it out and let it go and pass the granola!
Glad you remebered to breathe! Shame about missing spinning!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad breathing has gotten you through another roller coaster day.
ReplyDeleteI'll have to try that some time.
Oh my God-- I started breathing fast when reading this entry. I thought those directions were for your readers too. Good reminders-- It's okay to sound a little crunchy every once in awhile. I hope this all works out! So exciting!!
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