Acupuncture · Japan · Life

Yesterday and today…

Yesterday, I had acupuncture again.  This time some of the needles were placed in different locations.  It was more relaxing this time but I think that’s mostly due to the complete and total absence of affectionately named Dr. Dickhead.  I didn’t even see him lurking about the place.  Maybe he wasn’t there or maybe he was with a patient.  Regardless, it made for a stress-free and peaceful experience.  I was also reminded how little privacy there is in Japanese health care.  The patients were separated by only curtains and I could hear what the people on both sides of me were saying.

Yesterday, I also finished the book The Good Shufu which the lovely Jen recommended to me.  This is a MUST READ for any foreigner living in Japan and married to a Japanese person.  Basically, author Tracy Slater put into print many of my feelings.  I saw my feelings reflected in the way she talked about Japan, her husband, and her life.  I won’t put spoilers here but the premise is Tracy meets and falls in love with a Japanese man, she moves to Japan, and finally decides to have babies (at 40 years old!).  I won’t tell you the outcome and there’s plenty more in this quick read if you decide to read it.  I’m not listing in in the Recommended Reading section of this blog because it focuses more on Japan than TTC.  However, if you feel so inclined, pick up a copy!  I’m glad I did.

This morning I woke up in a puddle of sweat.  The temperature in the room wasn’t much different than it normally was (maybe one degree different  but I can’t imagine that making that much of a difference) nor way my basal temp any different.  Last night I had the strangest dream.  In the dream my sister and I were at a club (weird because I haven’t been to a club in years and also my sister is currently not speaking to me, see this post for more information on that).  Of course, we had been drinking (weird because I’m TTC duh and I would never drink during the LP plus she’s currently breastfeeding).  My sister was really drunk, and I was a little drunk.  We were chauffeured home (wherever that terrifying place where we lived together was) by a black SUV and a driver whose face a couldn’t make out.  I was sitting shotgun.  I was looking at some doctor’s reports.  They were GIGANTIC as big as poster paper.  (WTF right?) and in the right corner in big gray letters it said PREGNANT.  Apparently this was some set of lab results?  Then I woke up.

Dream Moods has this to say: “If you are trying to get pregnant, then the dream may be a wish fulfillment.”  Oh hell that’s great news!  I mean, of course, we’ll see what next week brings but I’ll take all the hope I can get!

In two weeks, my husband and I are going to donate blood.  Though we think it’s great to save a life (and hope our blood does so) our goal is a little more selfish.  We want to know our blood type.  Remember I mentioned my mother as aloof?  She never recorded my blood type anywhere.  She doesn’t know it.  More on my feelings about that later.  We’re going to this super swank donation center with lavish snacks.  I can’t wait to blog about that!  Until next time!

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