I finally announced on FB, now that the baby has announced it's fetus-name (see my post on the dream thread. Sorry baby, if MoeJoe is your real name, I think you're out of luck). I was thinking about waiting until the big ultrasound (January 2nd) like last time, or maybe Christmas, but my brother's baby is due any time now, and announcing soon after that seems like stealing his thunder.
Back when I was approx. 1.5 weeks pregnant (in other words, hadn't actually conceived yet), I applied for a job at a hospital about an hour away. At the time, we'd been TTC for 9 months without success so I was thinking it wasn't going to happen, and picking up an occasional shift somewhere else seemed like a great idea from a lot of perspectives. We came home from that, opened the mailbox, and discovered that DH's VA disability level had been increased to a point where the monetary aspect of working a second job was no longer a big deal. And then another few weeks, and I found out I was pregnant. I interviewed for that job when I was about 6 weeks pregnant, and I never heard anything, so I figured I'd totally screwed up the interview or that my ambivalence had come across, but it was probably for the best.
They called last week and offered me the job, which I, against my better judgement, accepted. Other than being an hour away, I really do want to get in the door there, and we're talking about me just working PRN (as needed) for the first six months or so after the baby is born, so being on board with two places puts me in a more secure position for that. And once I actually start working PRN, it should be ok, since I can pick and choose which days I accept.
But next month is likely to be hell. I have to do orientation, while still working my normal job, which means two weeks of six 12-hour shifts, plus one week of three day shifts and two night shifts. I'm hoping they give me one day off each week at my current job, which would help a lot. But I think my kids are going to forget I exist.
I keep reminding myself that women have had successful pregnancies under much more physically and psychologically stressful circumstances, and chances are I'm just making myself crazy and not actually causing any harm.
Anyways, I did the work physical yesterday, and discovered that 1. I can still touch my toes without bending my knees, 2. I apparently don't appear pregnant to medical professionals until they go and start doing abdominal palpation, and 3. my blood pressure was 92/50. It tends to be in the lowish-normal range, but not that low. 20 weeks (which I am) is the peak of physiologic lower blood pressure due to blood expansion, so that's possible. But I know I didn't drink enough that morning, and every single urine test I've done has shown me as dehydrated, so now I'm really trying to make myself drink more.
I'm so behind on Christmas prep. Thankfully, DH always goes nuts buying stuff for the kids, so they have plenty, but I should really find something more for DH, since he's apparently gone nuts buying stuff for me, too. I haven't finished with the calendar I've been making for family, which should be an easy matter of filling in pictures here and there, but I apparently didn't take enough pictures this past year (on the good side, now calendars are 50% off. Procrastination pays off). I haven't managed cards. The chocolate covered dried mango I bought for my mom got used for carolers who showed up a few days earlier than anticipated, so we hadn't bought cookies for them yet and had to go with what we did have. I haven't even dragged winter clothing out of storage, though we've been getting snow since October (Everyone has enough warm clothing, but this is the last year my youngest will fit her cute Christmas dress that I haven't bothered to find yet.) I'm doing a self-paced, pay-by-the-semester BSN program, and am beginning to suspect I'll be paying for more semesters than originally anticipated, as my progress has been somewhat less than maximal, and I don't expect that will improve next month. I wanted to make something for my brother's baby (due any time now), but I don't know if I'll manage that.
It's all temporary. It'll past. I'm just tired and frustrated.
On the good side, DH just ordered a hot tub, so that will be very nice.