Hanging In There

This morning I had to forgo a trip to Seattle with my spouse.  I wanted to go, not only to support him with the cryopreservation of his gametes for our next donor egg cycle but to enjoy a bit of vacation with him and go to the Seattle Underground Tour as well.  Alas I'm in one of those cycles.

I'm not sleeping well.  I'm in pain.  When I lift more than 10 pounds, it is really hard to not lift more than 10 pounds, I bleed.  My chest is aching with intermittent pains; it is not the heart as I know only too well what that feels like.  One would think that at cycle day 20 my bleeding and torture would have stopped.  No!

J and I talked last night.  He is going to try to change his passive aggressive ways and I'll try to not go off the handle when he slips up and take it so personal.

Today he is in the kitchen learning just what it means to clean a kitchen.  He thought I meant just steam mop the floor.  If only it was that easy.  He often wonders why I'm so tired after "only" cleaning the kitchen.  It means moving object, cleaning them off, under where any object might have rested, dusting, sweeping, scouring, using harsh chemicals, soaking things and when all is cleaned you then have to sweep up the floor and steam mop it.  I do the thorough cleaning just once a month and spot cleaning daily.

Proof that he is cleaning the kitchen today...

I purchased a groupon for a car museum and printed it out.  Hopefully J and I can go there this week.  He deserves a little treat for his hard work.