The meds have been helping. Really, I've been feeling a *little* better, a little more functional. Really. My sister even noticed it on the phone tonight.
On my way home from class tonight, I called my sister just a quick call, but the call-waiting rang through. I ignored because I was driving. When I got home I see it's from my brother. This is classic. Somehow, they each know when I"m talking to the other.
His message is short; I know *something's* up.
She's pregnant. His wife. Due in early November.
Was this an accident? On purpose? Don't know, didn't ask. I was full of congratulations -- I could hear such happiness and excitement in his voice. Truly, wishing them well, wishing them a boring 6 more months, the whole thing... And I meant it. mostly.
Even as I was saying it, it was kind of an out of body experience.
After I hung up with him, reality settles in. (C says, "take a pill before this fully settles.")
He's not telling my sister yet. So, yeah, great, we get to play triangulation again, since they are barely on speaking terms. Great!! Maybe I'll divorce the family and everyone else can go screw and I won't be everyone's weird aunt. I wouldn't even be the good kind of weird.
I called my shrink, and her first words? "Oh, Dear." Yeah. No time for an extra session.
This is the last week of classes. I have work to do. Things to prepare. Grades to give.