I really just need to share some of the weirdness of the last few days, though it kind of goes back into last week. Because it helps explain my current state of mind. So this is gonna be long...
But first - yes, I get out of breath, too! Did with Sam, too, and it kind of makes me crazy, huffing and puffing all over the place.
First...flash back to Friday. Long weekend, got to get out of work early. First though I had a big meeting with my boss, which was fine, except that it was sort of about my future and for some reason I completely freak out when either talking about my professional future or presenting in front of a large group of people. Serious anxiety issue. I do great at interviews, but start talking "officially" about raises and stuff, and it all goes out the window. The whole deal - can't breathe, trembling, sweating, you name it. It just stinks. Everything was ok, but I really need to figure out how to get over this, especially if I intend to get any of the things I want here (any ideas???)
Then, my mom took me birthday shopping so I got a bunch of nice maternity clothes, and then I went home and was hanging out and DH was going to play poker. That night, the kids in the apartment next door had a party, which at about 3:30 in the AM resulted in threats of people shooting other people, someone going to the hospital, the cops coming, at least 2 kids getting arrested...Now, they are RIGHT NEXT DOOR, so I'm thinking, ok, how many walls are there here and will a bullet go through and kill me and my son? Fortunately it all got taken out of the building, but I coulnd't get back to sleep. I'm still pissed about it and want to move but there are a lot of reasons, mainly financial, that we can't do that until sometime next year. So that was all delightful.
The rest of the weekend was great.
Yesterday was really nice, too - my colleagues took me out for birthday gelato and DH made fantastic dinner, so it was really nice. But we got up too early this AM - Sam is having a growth spurt so he woke up at 6AM ready for breakfast....drank 1.5 yogurt shakes and then had a huge bowl of cereal. So I head off to work and the subway was crowded, but there was a seat, so I ask the lady who is takin gup 2 seats if she'd kindly move over so me and my unbalanced pregnant self can sit down (a simple, pardon me) and she begrudingly moves, but then the train lurches and so I sort of fall into the seat between her and the woman on the other side of the empty, and both of them get all pissed off, and then the woman on my right decides to yank her shirt out from under me where I fell - without saying excuse me or anything - so of course her shirt rips. I would have given her some money to get it stitched or whatever, and I apologized and she just started muttering under her breath about how that's what I get for sitting on her , and the truth is that to a certain extent I DON'T care because she shouldn't have pulled her shirt out without letting me know so I could lift my butt, but it was just bad karma.
Now today is going to be crazy at work with meetings and new programs and stuff, and then at least I get to look forward to my MW visit at 5 at my house.
And I'm looking forward to the weekend - Sam and I booked a cool vintage train tour of Staten Island, so we'll wake up early on Saturday, head down to the ferry and then go on the vintage train and tour old train factories out there and stuff. he hasn't been ont he ferry ever yet and he loves trains, so I'm super psyched!