This was one of the signs planted along the security line at the airport this afternoon, and as it just about made my day, I thought I'd share it with you all. I'm going to resist the temptation to make snarky comments, so as to avoid being perceived as a security threat (because clearly the FAA is reading my blog in real time), but I think this is hilarious.
Anyway...as I've mentioned previously, I started a new job this week, teaching French to grades 4-9 at a school in a less-urban area about an hour's drive away. It seems like a good, solid school, and everyone's been nicer than nice, but I'm anxious about getting started and being back in the classroom after our year abroad and early wake-ups and long, unpredictable drives and and and and. I'm a champion anticipatrix, and while I know intellectually that the worry is always worse than the real thing, it still inevitably rattles me.
Being the new girl again is one of the major bummers. I started teaching full-time in 2005, and this is the fourth school I've taught in. Numbers one and three were maternity-leave replacement positions, and at number two, they decided to replace French with Mandarin at the end of my year there, due to low enrollment and a desire to impress parents (that last part being my interpretation). So I know from being new. I'm good at playing that game, but it's lonely not being known. It's been a rough last few days, and I've wished there were someone at school who knew what was going on. Although my department head, who is dearness itself, does actually know (I felt I should tell her I was dropping one of my summer classes, and since she had been such an unequivocal love since the first time we met, I also told her why I'd dropped it. Turns out she's miscarried twice herself...), and it was all I could do to contain my emotions during our first department meeting on Wednesday, the day of my 13dpo BFN. Sometimes it's easier to maintain the illusion of normalcy when no one knows what's going on, but on the whole, I'd prefer to have my story out there. Is that weird? Not in the weekly e-mail bulletin to parents or anything (if there even is such a thing), but as I get to know people a little, our current endeavors and frustrations seem an important piece of the puzzle. There was a cocktail party at the headmaster's house yesterday evening, and in the course of my conversations with some of my lovely colleagues, I opened the window to that [large] section of my heart a couple times, and that felt like a relief. It's just a process, making my way in this new environment. Oh, transition, you are a wily, prickly mistress. Or, as some great women once said (name that high-quality television programming), a prostitution whore.
So what I wanted to say is that, as I'm going through all this adjustment and commuting and BFSuckyNs, I'm really grateful for you all, folks who do know this very important part of me that really needs knowing right now. Many thanks and hugs for that.
I tested again on Thursday, at 14dpo, and it was again negative, of course. Temps still up, still no period. I feel as though I should maybe stop the Prometrium (at $4 a pill), but then again, maybe I should wait for the bleed to begin? I e-mailed my RE to ask him, forgetting to include which CD it was and how many dpo, and he responded saying I should wait until at least CD30 (already past) to discontinue it, and then asked if maybe we could e-mail less, now that I'm back in the country and could call and speak to his nurses instead. Cue me blushing.
Oh, and by the way, one of my bridesmaids is getting married this weekend (hence the airportiness) and one of my people of honor (the other being my brother) told me yesterday that she and her longtime beau are eloping over New Year's. Will they both have babies before I do?
Happy holiday weekend, Americans, and happy weekend to everyone else. Wear your white shoes while you still can!
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