As I wrote to my mom in an e-mail this week, I had “nothing” going on this weekend, which ended up meaning that Friday I made my grocery list, watered the plants, and went out to dinner with M. Saturday I ran lots of errands (in record time!) then came home and got a haircut, roasted my pumpkins, made dinner, and cut M’s hair before going to a joint 30th birthday party for two of my girlfriends. Sunday we went to breakfast, then I made and canned pumpkin butter, and made dinner for 6 (ciabatta, salad, pot roast with onions, carrots and prunes, twice baked potatoes, sauteed cabbage and mexican chocolate souffles) and also went to a Yoga Therapy workshop for two hours. Phew. I don’t sit still very well.
The canning process was so fun that I am ready to do it again as soon as possible. I may have over-spiced the pumpkin butter a little with the cinnamon and cardamom that I threw in even though the recipe didn’t call for it. I haven’t tried it on bread yet. But, it is really good in my plain yogurt. Yum. And it was so satisfying to go from the mess of four roasted pumpkins to ten neat little jars with pretty labels on them. And the “pop” of the jar!? I think I lauged each time one popped I was so excited. In the end all 10 worked and are now nicely sealed! I can’t wait to give them away for Christmas. I may try to make some apple butter or something else canned in the next few weeks too since I enjoyed the (slow) process so much.
I also went to a Yoga Therapy workshop on Sunday. A few weeks ago I went to a yoga class at a new place not far from my house. The teacher mentioned that she is a yoga therapist and that there was going to be a workshop for yoga therapy for women’s health. I asked her about it afterwards, and it seemed like something that might help me, physically as well as emotionally, deal with infertility and the upcoming procedures. So, that was two hours on Sunday and it was pretty good. We learned a series of poses that she suggests that we do three to four times a week. That might be more than I can commit to over the next five to six weeks, but after that I hope to be able to commit more time to it. I have a one-on-one session scheduled with her in a couple of weeks too, which I am excited about. She seems very smart and in-touch with the whole assisted fertility world. She says that she works with a lot of women on infertility issues. She totally understood the mental/emotional difficulties of really just having no idea what is going on or having any control over your body/life during this time and articulated it much better than I just have here… It is interesting. I don’t think I have figured out how to express what is going on in my head yet. I hope that yoga and the meditation that seems to come with it in her yoga classes may help that. I don’t remember if she said it, or if I read somewhere that meditation is the act of observing what we are doing/thinking and then reflecting on that.
I am still engrossed in the busy-ness of my week – I had class until 11:30 pm last night (these late nights in Baking and Pastry are killing me) and have class again tonight. Tomorrow, happily, I am going to work from home, which will allow me at least another hour of sleep over what I would normally get. And I think tomorrow night I will actually get to sit on the couch and watch some TV with M. He’s been away this week (in the same city, but staying in a hotel for meetings), so it will be nice to just be able to have dinner and relax. Maybe I’ll start one of my knitting projects for the many babies that my friends are having. See? I told you I don’t sit still well.
