Hardest.Weekend.Ever.

I love weddings.  I especially love weddings with a great band and a big dance floor, as my dad and Barbara had at their wedding this past weekend.  Ordinarily I am the ideal wedding guest, populating the dance floor so that you don't have to.  I was not myself at this wedding, however.  I sat, picked at my food, and turned away hugs.  I know!  But I'm so grateful that I was there, because it really was beautiful, and not many kids get to see their dad get married.  He looked so happy!

Instead of moaning about all of the ways I felt like shit this weekend, let's talk about all of the people who made it possible for me to even attend my dad's wedding.  Like my stoic husband, Ian, who hauled me and the kids to so many events.  And my amazing mother-in-law who swooped up the kids after the ceremony so that Ian and I could get a good night's sleep.  And my sister Hil who loaned me an outfit.  And everyone who was patient with us as we were late to pretty much everything.

A lot of people have been telling me that I look or seem like I'm doing better than I was the first time.  That's super, but I can't say that I agree.  No surgery this time, so that's good.  The fatigue is equal this time, if not greater after a weekend of not enough rest.  The nausea and other digestive tract issues are less so far, but now is when they picked up steam previously so I think it's too early to say.  The brain fog is slightly less.  Sounds like I could be better than the first time, but enter the new issues of wedding stress, holiday stress, and family stress, and the result is a yucky mopey tired Heather.

Let's find a positive note to end this on, shall we?  My sister-in-law and her family are here for the week from Illinois, and her kids are the cutest!  There should be lots of cousin fun going on in our house, which will be happy.  Also, Ian and I shaved our heads, and we're a pretty cute bald couple.  I'll post some pics when I'm feeling more photogenic.