Me too. I use Benadryl mostly as a sleep aid.
I have a lot to rant about. I got diagnosed with gestational hypertension last Friday. My biggest problem with all this is that have I lost the illusion of control. We always have little to no control over our health. But I really hate being reminded. I want to be in control of my destiny. But, now, I have to face having zero control over my blood pressure, over how sick I might be and whether or not I’m going to have a baby at any given point because that might be the safest option for us both, even though I’m only 30 weeks pregnant.
Sorry, I’m just complaining at this point. I’m having a lot of feelings that I don’t know how to deal with. I don’t know who to talk to about this, especially since all the advice I’m getting is to just not feel bad. Just don’t feel stressed or anxious about what’s happening. Just don’t. This advice is proving to be really unhelpful.
As do I (a generic antihistamine which is the same as Benadryl). I also have frequent allergy issues so it’s a 2-for-1 in my case.
I remember once feeling weird about using an antihistamine as a sleep aid so I bought some actual sleep medicine, which was a small blue bill rather than a small pink one. I got curious about what was in it, and the only active ingredient was diphenhydramine. 
Your feelings are valid and you’re allowed to feel them. You’re allowed to be stressed. This sucks. You’re having a healthy human reaction and I wish people wouldn’t imply pregnant women should only ever feel happy and calm and excited. I’m sorry it’s been so rough.
To add illness to illness, my daughter’s school called. She threw up. They are requiring a covid test before I can return her to school. Just more to manage, more to worry about.
Fuck I am tired of living like this. I love my son but I’m less crazy about my nanny’s kid, and I feel like that kid is taking up so much mental and physical real estate in my house. She constantly makes this annoying “eeeeehhhhhh” noise. When both kids get off on crying/screaming jags it’s so hard to focus and it’s so oppressive just going into the kitchen for lunch. I don’t like kids, I’m sorry. Mine is lovely but others just stress me out and there’s a reason we only want one. The other day the nanny asked if she could do her laundry here, and you know it’s fine, but it was just one more way to feel like my place is not my own.
I’ve asked my superiors when we’re returning to the office and got a non-answer along the lines of “don’t hold your breath” so I either need to find a way to deal with this situation as it is, or something has to give. I would feel bad firing a nanny because I can’t deal with her kid, but the idea of just having a person here to manage my child and my child only is growing awfully appealing. Maybe I should check if my library is open and go to work there.
Just checked. “The library asks that you limit your stay to 60 minutes or less.”
Fuuuck.
Helping my son organize his schoolwork while my wife is away. I ask him what his science homework is and he says “it’s a project on weather, but I don’t remember exactly.” So, being helpful I suggest he read the assignment and get himself together and we can talk later.
Later I ask how it’s going and he says he’s started writing. I ask what it’s going to be about. “The Weather”. Ok, but what about the weather? “Just The Weather” What do you mean just the weather? “I dunno, it’s just about the weather!” Ok, so what specifically did you start writing about? “The Weather” But what topic? “The Weather”
And he’s not even actually a teen yet…
Married in a Vegas chapel livestream, then drove 2 1/2 hours to Zion, with a professional photographer.
Wow, what a photo!
Damn it, kayaker, what part of pit and mini-rant is unclear to you?
Seriously, man, congratulations on the happy news and what a great picture.
Think of it this way: you’d be giving a job to another deserving nanny, one who doesn’t make you feel like you have to escape your own home ferchrissakes.
You’re paying her to manage your child, and your child only. It’s kind of you to allow her kid to tag along, to let her do laundry, etc. but that’s only okay as long as it’s not a big imposition on you.
Which it is.
(And that’s super normal. I’d feel exactly the same way as you.)
I vote “start looking for a new nanny.” You can give the current one a nice, long notice so she has plenty of time to find a new position.
I would too. I might have lasted a week under these conditions, not months like you have.
Any chance she can watch your son at her place every day? You can drop him off and pick him up at scheduled times. Even if you have to provide her with a portacrib for him to nap in and a double stroller so she can take them both on outings?
Failing that, this:
… I vote “start looking for a new nanny.” You can give the current one a nice, long notice so she has plenty of time to find a new position…
Sorry, it’s weird. I’m not a cry person. I felt weird when my dad, then twenty years later my mom died. Never cried. My gf never saw me cry the last 16 years. I recognize sad stuff, feel sad, just never cry.
My son got married two years ago, made a freaking baby. Cute, even. No tears.
My daughter has me crying. Fucking weird. Pitting my assumed lagging testosterone.
I asked my daughter if it was ok to tell people I hand stitched/beaded her dress and she said ok.
Total lie, but I have her ok to use it and I did to my buddy Norm who has been gaslighted for years by all of us to believe I’m crafty.
@kayaker: Enough of your feel good shit dammit. You’re even making me feel good with that heart-warming picture and story of the elopement. This is the Pit! Stop ruining my bad mood. 
And I’m gonna need some more close-up of the bride and her dress.
Well, I pit kayaker’s daughter for having such a great life. Don’t happy people realize how annoying they are?
And for having that wonderful wedding day without inviting any of us! She owes us some canapes and cocktails…
(The last time I saw a beautiful couple cavorting in the wilds like that, I got free Manhattans… I needed one in my hand to give the Father Of The Bride toast… :~)
Gorgeous setting, beautiful daughter, lovely dress. Thank you, you done good with her.