I'm feeling accomplished without working out!
I rewatched my lecture, took my quiz, unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, started laundry, and made princesses. DH went with me to the grocery store. We're meeting friends in a bit at a local pizza place for dinner, but I made an effort to blow dry and pretty up my hair, and put on makeup. I've also managed to relax and take cute photos of kitties. Go me.
But there's of course stuff bothering me. Dad had a CT scan yesterday (brief recap: Stage 2/early Stage 3 colo rectal cancer. He underwent chemo and radiation, finished in December). Results to be discussed next week with doctors, but apparently his chances are the same with or without surgery to remove the tissue- maybe 4 years, and he's leaning towards no surgery as it will likely significantly decrease quality of life. It's his decision, I respect it, but he's still my Daddy, and I can't help being sad and somewhat depressed about it.
We're still not hearing much of anything from FIL and SMIL. I'm certain SMIL has FIL's balls and spine in a box somewhere. True, bad shit was said on both sides between DH and SMIL relating to how things went down in aftermath of BIL's death, but seriously? Can't even call your son on Christmas? No follow up since? Asshole.
Finally, DH was holding me last night while I was dealing with coming to terms with Dad's likely choice. We started our future talking again, and he admitted wanting to start TTC by the Fall of this year. I want children, I do, but I want to wait a bit longer. Plus, I want us to be a little more financially secure before we start trying. We'll definitely hold off until I drop about 45-50 lbs to my correct, healthy weight (baby deserves a healthy momma and healthy pregnancy), but I'm a little scared at the idea of trying for a baby within the first 2 years of marriage. Afraid I won't be a good mother, and also afraid (selfishly) of how this might affect my legal career.
Just my thoughts and whatnot. Hope everyone's weekend is going well!