I'm feeling a little down in the dumps today. Last night at dinner with my family, my sister tells me that at 38 she was the youngest person she knew to start perimenopause (she's 40 now). Then my mom chimes in that, nope, my sister wasn't alone! She, too, started perimenopause at 38.
My mom does this. She unwittingly withholds family medical history that is/could be relevant to her children's lives (read: MY LIFE!) until it randomly comes up in a conversation. And it drives me banana freaking sandwich.
Maybe I'm overreacting, but if the fertiles in my immediate family started perimenopause young, I don't stand a chance of conceiving past my mid-thirties. Maybe hubs and I are being stupid for trying to pay off debt and save up money before seeing an RE. Maybe we should just be racking up MORE debt, because paying it back doesn't depend on the state of my eggs!!
Ugh. My mood is worsened by the fact that hubs caught my cold and has been sawing logs all night for the past few nights. I'm not a heavy sleeper. I wake up every time the snoring starts. And it doesn't matter whether he's on his back, stomach or side, he's snoring. Hopefully I can get to bed early tonight and at least get a few hours in before he drifts into that magical deep snoring slumber... Or better yet, his cold will clear up today and he'll be able to breathe normally! I've hoped for far sillier things, like getting pregnant naturally... every month for the past two years...
Time to trudge through Monday. One good thing - I have leftovers from last night's dinner for lunch today - Greek Spaghetti. I'll have to get the recipe for you ladies because it is nothing short of divine.