TP to myself and my lack of energy. I know exactly where the hats, gloves, and.scarves are in the basement. B/c I was too lazy to go get them out my ears Hurt after my walk to the bus =(
TP to my bladder and its constant need for me to pee. I think at this point I should replace my desk chair at work with a toilet, I'm pretty sure I would pee constantly all day and it would save me so much time not to walk to the bathroom every 5 minutes. I have to plan bathroom breaks in between my meeting schedule.
Seriously... how can I have to pee 1 minute after leaving the bathroom?!?
Tp to the tick I found crawling on me last night right before bed. It made me feel itchy all over and couldn't sleep all night because I constantly felt like there was another one on me.
TP to my boss. He keeps reminding me that he doesn't know how to do my job and there are some things that I need to show him. Then never makes time for me to show him. Today he comes in to the office and says that he has decided to take 10 days vacation starting right now. I'm 14 days until my due date and hoping to be out in less than 10 but okay you go ahead! Grrr!
TP to DH's work. He happens to be on standby the week I will be in the hospital. So that makes sense, he gets a call in the middle of the night and takes our 2 year old with him? They tell him he can't switch with anyone either. I'm seriously about to break down and cry about this and I don't know why but it makes me mad that they won't let him do it this week or the week after, it has to be the week I'm in the hospital.
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TP to MIL and FIL for being their usual idiotic selves. They called the other day wanting to know what we're doing to celebrate DH's birthday (it's this Friday). DH said we have no plans, nor are we making any plans because for all we know we'll be at the hospital. (I do plan on taking him out to dinner on his birthday as long as I'm not pushing out our daughter). MIL informs DH that they want to take him out to dinner for his birthday. Asked if they could take him out that day (like 3 hours from when they called). He told them no. Now they want us to plan dinner with them. They haven't celebrated his birthday in like 5 years (I do give them a pass for last year since we were in Croatia at the time) but every year we HAVE to go somewhere for dinner for his brother's birthday on his birthday and it doesn't matter if it's a wednesday. Oh - they always give me my birthday card on DH's birthday too (mine isn't until the day after Christmas). Then MIL tried to tell me yesterday that I can't give birth on the 9th because they're going to a football game. Yeah, no one cares and it's not like that's an all day thing.
In memory of Corbin Scott 10/28/11-12/3/11.
Heaven got another angel the night you left this world behind
Heaven got a little better the day it took you away from me
Missing you tonight, see you again sometime
For now I'll close my eyes and dream of heaven tonight
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always
Now and Forever
My baby you'll be
TP to DH's work. He happens to be on standby the week I will be in the hospital. So that makes sense, he gets a call in the middle of the night and takes our 2 year old with him? They tell him he can't switch with anyone either. I'm seriously about to break down and cry about this and I don't know why but it makes me mad that they won't let him do it this week or the week after, it has to be the week I'm in the hospital.
I freelance. I realize things get a bit hectic on their end. I know there was a question about my W-9 this month, which has me freaked out a bit but I was assured it was nothing and accounts would handle it. Fine. Good. Dandy.
However, it is now the 29th and I have not been paid anything in October yet. If there was ONE MONTH where I absolutely, critically needed things to be on time so I'm not trying to pay all of the beginning of the month bills between contractions, it was NOW. And they KNEW this.
I just want my money, boss!
Also smaller TPs to DS's cold. Two days before I go to be induced, he wakes up with a hacking cough. Really? REALLY?! *sigh*
I freelance. I realize things get a bit hectic on their end. I know there was a question about my W-9 this month, which has me freaked out a bit but I was assured it was nothing and accounts would handle it. Fine. Good. Dandy.
However, it is now the 29th and I have not been paid anything in October yet. If there was ONE MONTH where I absolutely, critically needed things to be on time so I'm not trying to pay all of the beginning of the month bills between contractions, it was NOW. And they KNEW this.
I just want my money, boss!
Also smaller TPs to DS's cold. Two days before I go to be induced, he wakes up with a hacking cough. Really? REALLY?! *sigh*
TP to my replacement that I'm training! She's new to the company and very eager beaver about everything right now. If I set her up on a project I think should take an hour, she's back in 30 minutes and has done it completely differently than I would have. Ugh.
She's got 10+ years experience in our field, so I don't need to hand-hold her, but I would just like to have this baby now so I don't have to come back to this daily with her!
In the meantime, I'm having trouble wrapping up critical projects of my own bc I'm spending so much time with her!
Tp to the tick I found crawling on me last night right before bed. It made me feel itchy all over and couldn't sleep all night because I constantly felt like there was another one on me.
Ohhhhh, shivers. I thought having to remove a (giant) tick from the cat last night was bad. You win all my tps.
TP my DHs work. He is the only one trained in his position and the managers have know this baby was coming 6 months ago and still haven't trained someone. I want DH to stay with me and baby for at least two weeks but now it's looking like maybe a week.
I guess I'll TP today! First to my job. Things have been shitty at our school for over a year with a divided faculty, backstabbing, favorites, ect. Now that our principal has cancer we are supposed to have a faculty potluck lunch and sit next to someone we haven't spoken with or someone we have had a previous run-in with and try to patch things up. We have over 100 teachers in our building. So the same bitch who tried to get me fired, I'm supposed to make nice with?! Ummm, no. Not really. The guys who get better kids and less classes bc they coach football and grab their junk, I'm going to go chat with?! Again, no. Then a special TP to my DH who likes to have 6 months of our salary in our savings account "in case of an emergency" so he keeps telling me I need to go back to work sooner so I don't miss any paychecks! (This is our final child, our third, and I want to squish her as long as I can!) this is my emergency! I need to be home with her:( he doesn't get it. Waaah, I'm being a brat and want to stay home until end of march and just love the shit out of her! And then just to end with a smile, my boogers ready for Thursday! I love these monsters!
TP to MIL and FIL for being their usual idiotic selves. They called the other day wanting to know what we're doing to celebrate DH's birthday (it's this Friday). DH said we have no plans, nor are we making any plans because for all we know we'll be at the hospital. (I do plan on taking him out to dinner on his birthday as long as I'm not pushing out our daughter). MIL informs DH that they want to take him out to dinner for his birthday. Asked if they could take him out that day (like 3 hours from when they called). He told them no. Now they want us to plan dinner with them. They haven't celebrated his birthday in like 5 years (I do give them a pass for last year since we were in Croatia at the time) but every year we HAVE to go somewhere for dinner for his brother's birthday on his birthday and it doesn't matter if it's a wednesday. Oh - they always give me my birthday card on DH's birthday too (mine isn't until the day after Christmas). Then MIL tried to tell me yesterday that I can't give birth on the 9th because they're going to a football game. Yeah, no one cares and it's not like that's an all day thing.
Wait they give you your card 2 months early? Wtf?? My family is big on the birthday dinners too, it can be obnoxious.
Your reminder me of mine: TP to my mom and everyone else who keeps telling me days not to have the baby. My mom would prefer after the 8th. My friend (who I'm not sure why he's inviting himself to the hospital) doesn't want her to come on a Tuesday. How about a Thursday. Wtf? Ummm...I'll let her know, Jesus people!!!
I'm just going to say "never" from here on out, since clearly you're not actually listening when you ask. I'd rather you not ask than be polite and not give a fuck.
I decided I am going to start telling people I still have 3 more months. I should record their reactions and post them here.
TP to the same coworker I always TP. We talk every day, so STOP asking me questions, then clearly not listening to me when I answer. If you call my baby "he" one more time, I'm going to punch you. I have been calling her by her name or "her" for months now. And we have had at least 3 conversations where you say "Wait, did you say she? You're having a girl? Huh..." So I'm over it. And if you offer me cake or brownies or donuts again, I'm just going to slap them out of your hand. We have this discussion every Friday when we have our department breakfast and again throughout the week when he tries to give me cookies or brownies or whatever because "baby wants it". "No, I can't eat that because I have GD."....."Oh, when did you find that out?".... "Weeks ago"....."Huh...too bad because these are really good donuts" Fuck off dude.
TP to MIL and FIL for being their usual idiotic selves. They called the other day wanting to know what we're doing to celebrate DH's birthday (it's this Friday). DH said we have no plans, nor are we making any plans because for all we know we'll be at the hospital. (I do plan on taking him out to dinner on his birthday as long as I'm not pushing out our daughter). MIL informs DH that they want to take him out to dinner for his birthday. Asked if they could take him out that day (like 3 hours from when they called). He told them no. Now they want us to plan dinner with them. They haven't celebrated his birthday in like 5 years (I do give them a pass for last year since we were in Croatia at the time) but every year we HAVE to go somewhere for dinner for his brother's birthday on his birthday and it doesn't matter if it's a wednesday. Oh - they always give me my birthday card on DH's birthday too (mine isn't until the day after Christmas). Then MIL tried to tell me yesterday that I can't give birth on the 9th because they're going to a football game. Yeah, no one cares and it's not like that's an all day thing.
Wait they give you your card 2 months early? Wtf?? My family is big on the birthday dinners too, it can be obnoxious.
Your reminder me of mine: TP to my mom and everyone else who keeps telling me days not to have the baby. My mom would prefer after the 8th. My friend (who I'm not sure why he's inviting himself to the hospital) doesn't want her to come on a Tuesday. How about a Thursday. Wtf? Ummm...I'll let her know, Jesus people!!!
Yep. I get the card early - or not at all because for some reason my birthday is difficult for people to remember.
I'm fine with birthday dinners. I just prefer them on weekends and I also don't think there should be favoritism. Oh - and they always choose the restaruant or what's going to be made, we've had to drive 45 minutes to go to our own birthday dinners before (and the place sucked).
In memory of Corbin Scott 10/28/11-12/3/11.
Heaven got another angel the night you left this world behind
Heaven got a little better the day it took you away from me
Missing you tonight, see you again sometime
For now I'll close my eyes and dream of heaven tonight
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always
Now and Forever
My baby you'll be
TP to the same coworker I always TP. We talk every day, so STOP asking me questions, then clearly not listening to me when I answer. If you call my baby "he" one more time, I'm going to punch you. I have been calling her by her name or "her" for months now. And we have had at least 3 conversations where you say "Wait, did you say she? You're having a girl? Huh..." So I'm over it. And if you offer me cake or brownies or donuts again, I'm just going to slap them out of your hand. We have this discussion every Friday when we have our department breakfast and again throughout the week when he tries to give me cookies or brownies or whatever because "baby wants it". "No, I can't eat that because I have GD."....."Oh, when did you find that out?".... "Weeks ago"....."Huh...too bad because these are really good donuts" Fuck off dude.
I will nominate myself to go stab your co-worker. TPing simply isn't enough.
In memory of Corbin Scott 10/28/11-12/3/11.
Heaven got another angel the night you left this world behind
Heaven got a little better the day it took you away from me
Missing you tonight, see you again sometime
For now I'll close my eyes and dream of heaven tonight
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always
Now and Forever
My baby you'll be
First goes to whatever it is - Braxton Hicks, the baby pressing on a nerve, gas, whatever - that has been giving me nasty abdominal cramps the last few days. Ow ow ow.
Second goes to my panic disorder, which keeps working itself into a tizzy trying to decide whether those cramps are labor (DEF CON FIVE! PACK ALL THE THINGS! CALL ALL THE PEOPLE! GET TO THE HOSPITAL!) or just more unpleasant shit I have to suck up and endure. Pain I can handle; the anxiety, not so much.
And third, a gentle (because she means well) TP to my MIL for assuming - and getting my husband to agree - that we'll call/text her as soon as we go in to the hospital for labor. If I'd had a chance to talk with him beforehand, we could have come up with some strategy to avoid it, but it didn't even occur to me that it might be something we'd be expected to do. So now I've got to deal with that pressure with regards to the anxiety (part of the anxiety is that I'll either end up having a car baby from waiting too long to be sure, or go in and get everyone excited when there's nothing actually to report), plus the performance anxiety that comes from knowing that other people are waiting on me to finish up so they can hear the news. So, thanks a ton, MIL, for unknowingly and innocently adding to my stress. Sigh.
Iris born Halloween 2013! 6 lbs, 1 oz, 18 inches long
TP to my boobs.. one has always been slightly larger than the other but since the sudden growth from the pregnancy it is significantly larger! and I imagine it will only get worse when I start nursing..
TP to my father in law for demanding that I not have the baby on my dad's birthday (today) and I have to have it on his (thursday). Really? You've never even asked me how I'm feeling/how doctor visits go/aknowledge that your first grand child is going to be born! My dad calls me at least twice a week just to tell me he's thinking about me.
TP to my MIL for still not getting the flu shot or tdap for her or SIL.. And for when I told her that I'm going to keep the baby in a sling for thanksgiving to reduce baby passing said "Well I'll still hold him/her.." Uh, no you won't! If you want to hold him/her get your damn shots and come visit at our home. I am not playing the passing game with a newborn thats 2 weeks old with 25 people.. Not gonna happen!
(((Hugs), @ranaverde. I'm sorry you're dealing with all this anxiety.
Aw, thank you. Most of the time I have it under control, but I seem to have hit a wall this week. (Is that a sign of labor? weak joke...)
I vote that in all the hustle and bustle of early labor and the hospital trip you "forget" to call until you're settled in the hospital and ready for visitors-- whenever that is. Hope the anxiety gets better!
TP to this hemorrhoid. (I hope I spelled that right). I am so fed up with it I actually cried yesterday when I got home. Like, ugly cried - in the shower - hoping that my husband couldn't hear me. I'm getting really sick of doctoring my butt every day and fearing having to poop. Pretty sure the doc is going to want to do an internal exam tomorrow and I'm going to have to be like, "hey doc, sorry there's a hemorrhoid all up in your face." Ugh.
TP to all the people at work that keep commenting on how I haven't "dropped" yet. They apparently don't hear me when I say, "pregnancy is different for everyone." Deaf ears, deaf ears everywhere! Then the "dropped" comments are always followed up with, "we're betting on how long you're going to keep working." Well - I'm here until I either the doc says I can't work anymore, I give birth, or November 15th which is my scheduled last day as of my due date. Go eff yourselves, all of you!
I'm cranky.
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TP to this hemorrhoid. (I hope I spelled that right). I am so fed up with it I actually cried yesterday when I got home. Like, ugly cried - in the shower - hoping that my husband couldn't hear me. I'm getting really sick of doctoring my butt every day and fearing having to poop. Pretty sure the doc is going to want to do an internal exam tomorrow and I'm going to have to be like, "hey doc, sorry there's a hemorrhoid all up in your face." Ugh.
TP to all the people at work that keep commenting on how I haven't "dropped" yet. They apparently don't hear me when I say, "pregnancy is different for everyone." Deaf ears, deaf ears everywhere! Then the "dropped" comments are always followed up with, "we're betting on how long you're going to keep working." Well - I'm here until I either the doc says I can't work anymore, I give birth, or November 15th which is my scheduled last day as of my due date. Go eff yourselves, all of you!
I'm cranky.
My mom tells me every time she sees me "Oh you've really dropped!" or "Oh! You definitely have dropped now!" I'm like really? Cause you've said that the last 15 times you've seen me!
TP to DH who falls asleep so effortlessly. And then when I woke him last night to beg him help me sleep somehow (backrub, hair stroking, anything, etc) he turns towards me and rubs his hand down my whole face and says, "shhhhhhhhhhh shh, there sweetie'. Then turns over and is snoring again in 3 seconds. Wtf. He doesn't remember it at all. What a peach.
TP to my MIL. SO and I have made it VERY clear that we will be going to the hospital and having our LO without calling out families for at least an hour after the baby is born. Both sets of grandparents live within about 30 mins of the hospital, so they can wait. My MIL called me last night telling me how upset she will be if she can't hold LO right after he is born and if she can't be sitting in the hospital while he is born. Sorry lady, but you had 3 kids and you had your turn. This is how we want our experience to be and she is just going to have to suck it up.
TP to this hemorrhoid. (I hope I spelled that right). I am so fed up with it I actually cried yesterday when I got home. Like, ugly cried - in the shower - hoping that my husband couldn't hear me. I'm getting really sick of doctoring my butt every day and fearing having to poop. Pretty sure the doc is going to want to do an internal exam tomorrow and I'm going to have to be like, "hey doc, sorry there's a hemorrhoid all up in your face." Ugh.
You shouldn't feel bad. I had my regular appointment yesterday, not supposed to have an internal exam, and I was all like hey I have this giant hemorrhoid that is probably going to attack you but can you look at it? He did, and he prescribed me hydrocortisone (I know I spelled that wrong) suppositories (he said they would work better?) and said I could go to the ER to have it cut open and drained if it got too bad. I did go to the ER, but they said they won't do anything because I'm so close to delivery (36 weeks) that they didn't want to do something that would further complicate anything prior to delivery or somehow make me go into labor. The ER did prescribe Dibucaine cream that works great for taking away some of the pain and discomfort.
TP to DH who falls asleep so effortlessly. And then when I woke him last night to beg him help me sleep somehow (backrub, hair stroking, anything, etc) he turns towards me and rubs his hand down my whole face and says, "shhhhhhhhhhh shh, there sweetie'. Then turns over and is snoring again in 3 seconds. Wtf. He doesn't remember it at all. What a peach.
Haha.... That made me laugh out loud. Totally agree though.... I get so annoyed when my husband falls asleep and starts snoring away while I toss and turn all freaking night!
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Married to DH since 4/2008, mommy to three beautiful boys 9/09, 10/11, 11/13
TP to my SO and his idiot friend. he let his buddy stay the night last night cause he got kicked out of his place. This guy has been known to steal and has actually stolen money from us before, so I didnt even feel safe in my own home last night because I had to worry about all my shit going missing. On top of that, The guy let our dog out, ate my subway sandwich I had saved in the fridge, stunk up my brand new couch (because im pretty sure he hasnt showered in days) and had the nerve to ask me for the money to buy a pack of cigs because he doesnt have job/money AND had the nerve to get upset because I forgot to ask arbys for a cup of cheddar for him to dip his curly fries In ,which I also fucking paid for.
My SO didnt even ask me if I was ok with his buddy crashing for the night. Knowing that in 9 mos pregnant, miserable and not getting any sleep, plus having painful contractions every 5 mins NONSTOP (which is enough to make any woman angry) we could have this baby any day now and it seriously pisses me off that if I were to have LO today, our last day together without an infant would have been spent with his gross theif friend in our home, instead of together with my DD getting quality time in before the new baby arrives.
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TP to DH who falls asleep so effortlessly. And then when I woke him last night to beg him help me sleep somehow (backrub, hair stroking, anything, etc) he turns towards me and rubs his hand down my whole face and says, "shhhhhhhhhhh shh, there sweetie'. Then turns over and is snoring again in 3 seconds. Wtf. He doesn't remember it at all. What a peach.
TP to my SO and his idiot friend. he let his buddy stay the night last night cause he got kicked out of his place. This guy has been known to steal and has actually stolen money from us before, so I didnt even feel safe in my own home last night because I had to worry about all my shit going missing. On top of that, The guy let our dog out, ate my subway sandwich I had saved in the fridge, stunk up my brand new couch (because im pretty sure he hasnt showered in days) and had the nerve to ask me for the money to buy a pack of cigs because he doesnt have job/money AND had the nerve to get upset because I forgot to ask arbys for a cup of cheddar for him to dip his curly fries In ,which I also fucking paid for.
My SO didnt even ask me if I was ok with his buddy crashing for the night. Knowing that in 9 mos pregnant, miserable and not getting any sleep, plus having painful contractions every 5 mins NONSTOP (which is enough to make any woman angry) we could have this baby any day now and it seriously pisses me off that if I were to have LO today, our last day together without an infant would have been spent with his gross theif friend in our home, instead of together with my DD getting quality time in before the new baby arrives.
Yeah. FUCK THAT SHIT!!! That would not be happening at my house. I don't give a fuck. I would freak out on the piece of shit bum and kick his lazy, ungrateful ass out! I wouldn't even care if it started a fight with my SO.
I know I already commented on your post but God, I am still pissed about it. Who the fuck does that guy think he is? And further more, what made your SO think that it was a good idea? This time is supposed to be about you and your little family, not some lazy jerk face. Id tell, not discuss with, but tell my SO that his friend is gone. Period. And if he couldn't do it, I would have no issue going pregnant bitch on his ass, and kick the friend out myself.
TP to this hemorrhoid. (I hope I spelled that right). I am so fed up with it I actually cried yesterday when I got home. Like, ugly cried - in the shower - hoping that my husband couldn't hear me. I'm getting really sick of doctoring my butt every day and fearing having to poop. Pretty sure the doc is going to want to do an internal exam tomorrow and I'm going to have to be like, "hey doc, sorry there's a hemorrhoid all up in your face." Ugh.
You shouldn't feel bad. I had my regular appointment yesterday, not supposed to have an internal exam, and I was all like hey I have this giant hemorrhoid that is probably going to attack you but can you look at it? He did, and he prescribed me hydrocortisone (I know I spelled that wrong) suppositories (he said they would work better?) and said I could go to the ER to have it cut open and drained if it got too bad. I did go to the ER, but they said they won't do anything because I'm so close to delivery (36 weeks) that they didn't want to do something that would further complicate anything prior to delivery or somehow make me go into labor. The ER did prescribe Dibucaine cream that works great for taking away some of the pain and discomfort.
Thank you for this, it made me laugh - and feel better. I'm hoping she can prescribe something or give me some ideas on how to deal with it better.
Edit: Had more to say.
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I know I already commented on your post but God, I am still pissed about it. Who the fuck does that guy think he is? And further more, what made your SO think that it was a good idea? This time is supposed to be about you and your little family, not some lazy jerk face. Id tell, not discuss with, but tell my SO that his friend is gone. Period. And if he couldn't do it, I would have no issue going pregnant bitch on his ass, and kick the friend out myself.
I handled it and let SO know I was not happy and while I didn't want to start a scene, the guy is not allowed to stay any more and that I was very hurt that he didn't talk to me about it first. He was upset but it's been dealt with. I'm still pissed of but my SO is just stupid, he isn't suicidal...so I think he "got it"
For the friend, I was totally bitchy all night and made him feel very unwelcome. Along with making sure he realized how much of a fucking bum he was being. When he brought up how curly fries "arent the same" without that cheese (after i apologized for forgetting it because I was ordering for 4 people) I very rudely let him know that if he had paid for it and gone to get it himself that it wouldn't have been forgotten. Then I looked at him and said " btw since I know you havent eaten in a few days I got you TWO orders of fries so YOU wouldnt be hungry. YOU'RE WELCOME" then I hid in the bedroom the rest of the night and took SOs favorite pillow.
I may or may not have farted on the pillow before I put it back on his side of the bed
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Seriously... how can I have to pee 1 minute after leaving the bathroom?!?
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In memory of Corbin Scott 10/28/11-12/3/11. Heaven got another angel the night you left this world behind Heaven got a little better the day it took you away from me Missing you tonight, see you again sometime For now I'll close my eyes and dream of heaven tonight I'll love you forever I'll like you for always Now and Forever My baby you'll be
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I freelance. I realize things get a bit hectic on their end. I know there was a question about my W-9 this month, which has me freaked out a bit but I was assured it was nothing and accounts would handle it. Fine. Good. Dandy.
However, it is now the 29th and I have not been paid anything in October yet. If there was ONE MONTH where I absolutely, critically needed things to be on time so I'm not trying to pay all of the beginning of the month bills between contractions, it was NOW. And they KNEW this.
I just want my money, boss!
Also smaller TPs to DS's cold. Two days before I go to be induced, he wakes up with a hacking cough. Really? REALLY?! *sigh*
She's got 10+ years experience in our field, so I don't need to hand-hold her, but I would just like to have this baby now so I don't have to come back to this daily with her!
In the meantime, I'm having trouble wrapping up critical projects of my own bc I'm spending so much time with her!
So the same bitch who tried to get me fired, I'm supposed to make nice with?! Ummm, no. Not really. The guys who get better kids and less classes bc they coach football and grab their junk, I'm going to go chat with?! Again, no.
Then a special TP to my DH who likes to have 6 months of our salary in our savings account "in case of an emergency" so he keeps telling me I need to go back to work sooner so I don't miss any paychecks! (This is our final child, our third, and I want to squish her as long as I can!) this is my emergency! I need to be home with her:( he doesn't get it. Waaah, I'm being a brat and want to stay home until end of march and just love the shit out of her!
And then just to end with a smile, my boogers ready for Thursday! I love these monsters!
Your reminder me of mine: TP to my mom and everyone else who keeps telling me days not to have the baby. My mom would prefer after the 8th. My friend (who I'm not sure why he's inviting himself to the hospital) doesn't want her to come on a Tuesday. How about a Thursday. Wtf? Ummm...I'll let her know, Jesus people!!!
Yep. I get the card early - or not at all because for some reason my birthday is difficult for people to remember.
I'm fine with birthday dinners. I just prefer them on weekends and I also don't think there should be favoritism. Oh - and they always choose the restaruant or what's going to be made, we've had to drive 45 minutes to go to our own birthday dinners before (and the place sucked).
In memory of Corbin Scott 10/28/11-12/3/11. Heaven got another angel the night you left this world behind Heaven got a little better the day it took you away from me Missing you tonight, see you again sometime For now I'll close my eyes and dream of heaven tonight I'll love you forever I'll like you for always Now and Forever My baby you'll be
corbinsmommy.blogspot.com
I will nominate myself to go stab your co-worker. TPing simply isn't enough.
In memory of Corbin Scott 10/28/11-12/3/11. Heaven got another angel the night you left this world behind Heaven got a little better the day it took you away from me Missing you tonight, see you again sometime For now I'll close my eyes and dream of heaven tonight I'll love you forever I'll like you for always Now and Forever My baby you'll be
corbinsmommy.blogspot.com
First goes to whatever it is - Braxton Hicks, the baby pressing on a nerve, gas, whatever - that has been giving me nasty abdominal cramps the last few days. Ow ow ow.
Second goes to my panic disorder, which keeps working itself into a tizzy trying to decide whether those cramps are labor (DEF CON FIVE! PACK ALL THE THINGS! CALL ALL THE PEOPLE! GET TO THE HOSPITAL!) or just more unpleasant shit I have to suck up and endure. Pain I can handle; the anxiety, not so much.
And third, a gentle (because she means well) TP to my MIL for assuming - and getting my husband to agree - that we'll call/text her as soon as we go in to the hospital for labor. If I'd had a chance to talk with him beforehand, we could have come up with some strategy to avoid it, but it didn't even occur to me that it might be something we'd be expected to do. So now I've got to deal with that pressure with regards to the anxiety (part of the anxiety is that I'll either end up having a car baby from waiting too long to be sure, or go in and get everyone excited when there's nothing actually to report), plus the performance anxiety that comes from knowing that other people are waiting on me to finish up so they can hear the news. So, thanks a ton, MIL, for unknowingly and innocently adding to my stress. Sigh.
Iris born Halloween 2013! 6 lbs, 1 oz, 18 inches long
Iris born Halloween 2013! 6 lbs, 1 oz, 18 inches long
TP to my boobs.. one has always been slightly larger than the other but since the sudden growth from the pregnancy it is significantly larger! and I imagine it will only get worse when I start nursing..
TP to my father in law for demanding that I not have the baby on my dad's birthday (today) and I have to have it on his (thursday). Really? You've never even asked me how I'm feeling/how doctor visits go/aknowledge that your first grand child is going to be born! My dad calls me at least twice a week just to tell me he's thinking about me.
TP to my MIL for still not getting the flu shot or tdap for her or SIL.. And for when I told her that I'm going to keep the baby in a sling for thanksgiving to reduce baby passing said "Well I'll still hold him/her.." Uh, no you won't! If you want to hold him/her get your damn shots and come visit at our home. I am not playing the passing game with a newborn thats 2 weeks old with 25 people.. Not gonna happen!
Iris born Halloween 2013! 6 lbs, 1 oz, 18 inches long
TP to this hemorrhoid. (I hope I spelled that right). I am so fed up with it I actually cried yesterday when I got home. Like, ugly cried - in the shower - hoping that my husband couldn't hear me. I'm getting really sick of doctoring my butt every day and fearing having to poop. Pretty sure the doc is going to want to do an internal exam tomorrow and I'm going to have to be like, "hey doc, sorry there's a hemorrhoid all up in your face." Ugh.
TP to all the people at work that keep commenting on how I haven't "dropped" yet. They apparently don't hear me when I say, "pregnancy is different for everyone." Deaf ears, deaf ears everywhere! Then the "dropped" comments are always followed up with, "we're betting on how long you're going to keep working." Well - I'm here until I either the doc says I can't work anymore, I give birth, or November 15th which is my scheduled last day as of my due date. Go eff yourselves, all of you!
I'm cranky.
My mom tells me every time she sees me "Oh you've really dropped!" or "Oh! You definitely have dropped now!" I'm like really? Cause you've said that the last 15 times you've seen me!
My SO didnt even ask me if I was ok with his buddy crashing for the night. Knowing that in 9 mos pregnant, miserable and not getting any sleep, plus having painful contractions every 5 mins NONSTOP (which is enough to make any woman angry) we could have this baby any day now and it seriously pisses me off that if I were to have LO today, our last day together without an infant would have been spent with his gross theif friend in our home, instead of together with my DD getting quality time in before the new baby arrives.
I know I already commented on your post but God, I am still pissed about it. Who the fuck does that guy think he is? And further more, what made your SO think that it was a good idea? This time is supposed to be about you and your little family, not some lazy jerk face. Id tell, not discuss with, but tell my SO that his friend is gone. Period. And if he couldn't do it, I would have no issue going pregnant bitch on his ass, and kick the friend out myself.
Thank you for this, it made me laugh - and feel better. I'm hoping she can prescribe something or give me some ideas on how to deal with it better.
Edit: Had more to say.
I handled it and let SO know I was not happy and while I didn't want to start a scene, the guy is not allowed to stay any more and that I was very hurt that he didn't talk to me about it first. He was upset but it's been dealt with. I'm still pissed of but my SO is just stupid, he isn't suicidal...so I think he "got it"
For the friend, I was totally bitchy all night and made him feel very unwelcome. Along with making sure he realized how much of a fucking bum he was being. When he brought up how curly fries "arent the same" without that cheese (after i apologized for forgetting it because I was ordering for 4 people) I very rudely let him know that if he had paid for it and gone to get it himself that it wouldn't have been forgotten. Then I looked at him and said " btw since I know you havent eaten in a few days I got you TWO orders of fries so YOU wouldnt be hungry. YOU'RE WELCOME" then I hid in the bedroom the rest of the night and took SOs favorite pillow.
I may or may not have farted on the pillow before I put it back on his side of the bed