Memorial Day Weekend

Reflecting back on our second Memorial day weekend, it has been a good one.

The heavens opened on Friday night - it was a pathetic fallacy. I had had a really good week at work. I was almost back at full throttle, I'd say. I was being productive, useful and back on it. Needless to say, I was super relieved, as there's nothing worse than not operating at 100% at work.

The Boy's work has this fun policy of knocking off early the Friday of a long weekend. They were all going to the pub in the afternoon and I was going to join them once I'd finished for the day. Unfortunately, enthusiasm waned and most people sloped off after one or two, so the Boy got back home just as I was finishing up.

I was desperate to go out. I'd not been out of the apartment all day and it was nice weather with the threat of thunderstorms looming later. The Boy just wanted to get his laptop fixed, as the internet's been playing up. I ended up going for a massive walk and getting caught in the aforementioned thunderstorm. I was sad, as I was really looking forward to having a few drinks with lots of people. Something I haven't really wanted to do much of lately.

I felt like I deserved the reward of a drink in a pub to celebrate my week of being efficient again. But no, alas, that's one of the downsides of working from home by yourself. Back in London at the office, there are FNDs, or rather Friday Night Drinks. Not often, but often enough. I miss those; drinking with colleagues, who you don't know well but who can share a joke about what's happened over the week. Sloshing about in the rain just exacerbated this feeling of resentment.

Emotionally I am feeling 100% better about the miscarriage. Finding out that the baby had Turner's Syndrome really gave me some closure. It was nothing I did, the baby died and it was a fluke occurrence. Acceptance is a great thing. I still get sad, particularly when I see pregnant women. I'd be in my 14th week now... I told some friends that we hadn't seen in a couple of months, in typical Billychica-style straightforwardness. I think I need to adjust it, as they seemed properly horrified and definitely didn't know what to say. Oh dear.

The rest of the weekend was great. We lounged around watching footie, ordered a curry at a mate's, went for some functional massages, went to to my new favourite eating and drinking spot, the Gothan West Market, headed to Rockaways for the first time this year, and caught up with the Mad Men series. The thrill of being in New York is definitely back.