I'm starting to believe those twatwaffles I complained about on Tuesday. Thomas has definitely dropped and today I feel like my hips are being pulled apart by a crowbar. I think his head might be engaging, but I'm trying to live in blissful denial for as long as possible.
I took a breastfeeding class yesterday, and the only thing I really got out of it is what baby's face is supposed to look like right at the latch. The video on the technique was super helpful, but I almost fell out of my chair laughing at that face. I kept picturing the way a turtle drops its jaw and its eyes get really big before it takes a bite of something.
I've seen some videos too and the main thing on my mind is "my nipples do not look like that!!! No way it will reach the back of the baby's palate!"
I took a breastfeeding class yesterday, and the only thing I really got out of it is what baby's face is supposed to look like right at the latch. The video on the technique was super helpful, but I almost fell out of my chair laughing at that face. I kept picturing the way a turtle drops its jaw and its eyes get really big before it takes a bite of something.
I've seen some videos too and the main thing on my mind is "my nipples do not look like that!!! No way it will reach the back of the baby's palate!"
Hahaha yes! Also, the look on the baby's faces...can she still nurse effectively if I'm laughing hysterically at her face?
I took a breastfeeding class yesterday, and the only thing I really got out of it is what baby's face is supposed to look like right at the latch. The video on the technique was super helpful, but I almost fell out of my chair laughing at that face. I kept picturing the way a turtle drops its jaw and its eyes get really big before it takes a bite of something.
I've seen some videos too and the main thing on my mind is "my nipples do not look like that!!! No way it will reach the back of the baby's palate!"
At one time in my life, my nipples didn't look like that either. O_O Give it nursing for a few years.
3 miscarriages - 1 DS (6) - 1 DD (3) - #3 due March 30!
I'm starting to believe those twatwaffles I complained about on Tuesday. Thomas has definitely dropped and today I feel like my hips are being pulled apart by a crowbar. I think his head might be engaging, but I'm trying to live in blissful denial for as long as possible.
Could be!! Just today my massage therapist told me that my hip bones protrude a lot more compared to last week. Which would normally piss me off, but at 9 months pregnant I say bring it on!
3 miscarriages - 1 DS (6) - 1 DD (3) - #3 due March 30!
Lol the article I linked describes them in more detail. I think they didn't want to make them pornographic, so instead they included something from an old medical textbook.
Lol the article I linked describes them in more detail. I think they didn't want to make them pornographic, so instead they included something from an old medical textbook.
Yeah the descriptions didn't make sense to me either. I guess I need something more graphic to get it. I didn't even know there were different nipple types.
Lol the article I linked describes them in more detail. I think they didn't want to make them pornographic, so instead they included something from an old medical textbook.
Yeah the descriptions didn't make sense to me either. I guess I need something more graphic to get it. I didn't even know there were different nipple types.
So on a completely separate note... I just got home from birthing class... We learned all the wonderful medical interventions and why they could be necessary then watched a video of a c section to end the class. I started having a panic attack at the thought of using any of those things, then threw up during the c section video. Not because it was gross, or I'm squeamish, but because I welled up with so much terror it just happened like that. I could have potentially been ok but I had no idea they strapped your arms down for it, and seeing that sent me over the edge...
At least the instructor was super understanding and kept assuring me I'm not the first person to have that type of reaction. I cried in the parking lot for a good twenty minutes before I could compose myself enough to drive us to chipotle. Dinner fixes like everything...
I do have to say that fiancé was incredible to me and kept assuring me that we would do everything we could to make sure labor and delivery are not traumatic for me, and that my body has been preparing for this moment for almost nine months. He reminded me that I'll be laboring at home for a while, and that no matter what happens he's going to be there to hold my hand and support me no matter what.
So on a completely separate note... I just got home from birthing class... We learned all the wonderful medical interventions and why they could be necessary then watched a video of a c section to end the class. I started having a panic attack at the thought of using any of those things, then threw up during the c section video. Not because it was gross, or I'm squeamish, but because I welled up with so much terror it just happened like that. I could have potentially been ok but I had no idea they strapped your arms down for it, and seeing that sent me over the edge...
At least the instructor was super understanding and kept assuring me I'm not the first person to have that type of reaction. I cried in the parking lot for a good twenty minutes before I could compose myself enough to drive us to chipotle. Dinner fixes like everything...
I do have to say that fiancé was incredible to me and kept assuring me that we would do everything we could to make sure labor and delivery are not traumatic for me, and that my body has been preparing for this moment for almost nine months. He reminded me that I'll be laboring at home for a while, and that no matter what happens he's going to be there to hold my hand and support me no matter what.
I used to have a pretty violent reaction to the idea of a section until talking to the mom of a special needs boy who was taken for a section too late. She and her husband listened to the nurses say "One, two, three, breathe" and watched their son get six shots of epinephrine before he had a pulse. They were told ten minutes in not to get their hopes up but the head neonatologist wouldn't give up. That baby is now a thriving 10-month old, and his birthday is on my due date. He is being fed through a g-tube but they're hopeful that one day he will tolerate food by mouth without aspirating. So for me, I don't care if they slice me all the way up my abdomen after I tear through my entire perineum trying to push her out; I just want my baby to be alive. Healthy and developmentally normal would be great, but I will be thrilled with alive, no matter how she gets here.
Also, just a note - since you're planning to go med-free, if you're taken for an emergency section you will be unconscious because they won't have time to place an epidural. They'll just put you under general anesthesia - so if they do strap your arms down, you likely won't remember it anyway.
So on a completely separate note... I just got home from birthing class... We learned all the wonderful medical interventions and why they could be necessary then watched a video of a c section to end the class. I started having a panic attack at the thought of using any of those things, then threw up during the c section video. Not because it was gross, or I'm squeamish, but because I welled up with so much terror it just happened like that. I could have potentially been ok but I had no idea they strapped your arms down for it, and seeing that sent me over the edge...
At least the instructor was super understanding and kept assuring me I'm not the first person to have that type of reaction. I cried in the parking lot for a good twenty minutes before I could compose myself enough to drive us to chipotle. Dinner fixes like everything...
I do have to say that fiancé was incredible to me and kept assuring me that we would do everything we could to make sure labor and delivery are not traumatic for me, and that my body has been preparing for this moment for almost nine months. He reminded me that I'll be laboring at home for a while, and that no matter what happens he's going to be there to hold my hand and support me no matter what.
Let's just focus on what really matters here - What did you have at Chipotle?
So on a completely separate note... I just got home from birthing class... We learned all the wonderful medical interventions and why they could be necessary then watched a video of a c section to end the class. I started having a panic attack at the thought of using any of those things, then threw up during the c section video. Not because it was gross, or I'm squeamish, but because I welled up with so much terror it just happened like that. I could have potentially been ok but I had no idea they strapped your arms down for it, and seeing that sent me over the edge...
At least the instructor was super understanding and kept assuring me I'm not the first person to have that type of reaction. I cried in the parking lot for a good twenty minutes before I could compose myself enough to drive us to chipotle. Dinner fixes like everything...
I do have to say that fiancé was incredible to me and kept assuring me that we would do everything we could to make sure labor and delivery are not traumatic for me, and that my body has been preparing for this moment for almost nine months. He reminded me that I'll be laboring at home for a while, and that no matter what happens he's going to be there to hold my hand and support me no matter what.
Let's just focus on what really matters here - What did you have at Chipotle?
Steak burrito bowl. Brown rice, black beans, cheese, sour cream, green salsa, and guacamole. Also, because I have to be a COMPLETE fatty every time I eat there, we got chips and salsa as well. I ate the rest of the chips on the way home >.> Why is it that when anyone in a polo makes the food the portions are ridiculously smaller? They must be trainees or managers >.>
So on a completely separate note... I just got home from birthing class... We learned all the wonderful medical interventions and why they could be necessary then watched a video of a c section to end the class. I started having a panic attack at the thought of using any of those things, then threw up during the c section video. Not because it was gross, or I'm squeamish, but because I welled up with so much terror it just happened like that. I could have potentially been ok but I had no idea they strapped your arms down for it, and seeing that sent me over the edge...
At least the instructor was super understanding and kept assuring me I'm not the first person to have that type of reaction. I cried in the parking lot for a good twenty minutes before I could compose myself enough to drive us to chipotle. Dinner fixes like everything...
I do have to say that fiancé was incredible to me and kept assuring me that we would do everything we could to make sure labor and delivery are not traumatic for me, and that my body has been preparing for this moment for almost nine months. He reminded me that I'll be laboring at home for a while, and that no matter what happens he's going to be there to hold my hand and support me no matter what.
Let's just focus on what really matters here - What did you have at Chipotle?
Steak burrito bowl. Brown rice, black beans, cheese, sour cream, green salsa, and guacamole. Also, because I have to be a COMPLETE fatty every time I eat there, we got chips and salsa as well. I ate the rest of the chips on the way home >.> Why is it that when anyone in a polo makes the food the portions are ridiculously smaller? They must be trainees or managers >.>
Almost everything you listed was veggies, so I disagree with the complete fatty part. And chipotle sounds like it's going to happen while DH is at work this weekend.
@AmadorRose thank you for mentioning the emergency vs unplanned aspect of it. If it is an emergency you're right, and it will probably be fine. I know at the end of the day it WILL be ok either way... I'm just stupidly scared of anything medically related...
So on a completely separate note... I just got home from birthing class... We learned all the wonderful medical interventions and why they could be necessary then watched a video of a c section to end the class. I started having a panic attack at the thought of using any of those things, then threw up during the c section video. Not because it was gross, or I'm squeamish, but because I welled up with so much terror it just happened like that. I could have potentially been ok but I had no idea they strapped your arms down for it, and seeing that sent me over the edge...
At least the instructor was super understanding and kept assuring me I'm not the first person to have that type of reaction. I cried in the parking lot for a good twenty minutes before I could compose myself enough to drive us to chipotle. Dinner fixes like everything...
I do have to say that fiancé was incredible to me and kept assuring me that we would do everything we could to make sure labor and delivery are not traumatic for me, and that my body has been preparing for this moment for almost nine months. He reminded me that I'll be laboring at home for a while, and that no matter what happens he's going to be there to hold my hand and support me no matter what.
I used to have a pretty violent reaction to the idea of a section until talking to the mom of a special needs boy who was taken for a section too late. She and her husband listened to the nurses say "One, two, three, breathe" and watched their son get six shots of epinephrine before he had a pulse. They were told ten minutes in not to get their hopes up but the head neonatologist wouldn't give up. That baby is now a thriving 10-month old, and his birthday is on my due date. He is being fed through a g-tube but they're hopeful that one day he will tolerate food by mouth without aspirating. So for me, I don't care if they slice me all the way up my abdomen after I tear through my entire perineum trying to push her out; I just want my baby to be alive. Healthy and developmentally normal would be great, but I will be thrilled with alive, no matter how she gets here.
Also, just a note - since you're planning to go med-free, if you're taken for an emergency section you will be unconscious because they won't have time to place an epidural. They'll just put you under general anesthesia - so if they do strap your arms down, you likely won't remember it anyway.
This is not necessarily true. I had an unplanned c-section with DD because of fetal distress-- her heart-rate would drop too low with each contraction. I had an epidural beforehand, but they had to redo it in the OR because it wasn't right and the numbing wasn't happening. At no point did they discuss general anesthesia, they just un-tarped me, sat me up, and completely redid my epidural.
So on a completely separate note... I just got home from birthing class... We learned all the wonderful medical interventions and why they could be necessary then watched a video of a c section to end the class. I started having a panic attack at the thought of using any of those things, then threw up during the c section video. Not because it was gross, or I'm squeamish, but because I welled up with so much terror it just happened like that. I could have potentially been ok but I had no idea they strapped your arms down for it, and seeing that sent me over the edge...
At least the instructor was super understanding and kept assuring me I'm not the first person to have that type of reaction. I cried in the parking lot for a good twenty minutes before I could compose myself enough to drive us to chipotle. Dinner fixes like everything...
I do have to say that fiancé was incredible to me and kept assuring me that we would do everything we could to make sure labor and delivery are not traumatic for me, and that my body has been preparing for this moment for almost nine months. He reminded me that I'll be laboring at home for a while, and that no matter what happens he's going to be there to hold my hand and support me no matter what.
I used to have a pretty violent reaction to the idea of a section until talking to the mom of a special needs boy who was taken for a section too late. She and her husband listened to the nurses say "One, two, three, breathe" and watched their son get six shots of epinephrine before he had a pulse. They were told ten minutes in not to get their hopes up but the head neonatologist wouldn't give up. That baby is now a thriving 10-month old, and his birthday is on my due date. He is being fed through a g-tube but they're hopeful that one day he will tolerate food by mouth without aspirating. So for me, I don't care if they slice me all the way up my abdomen after I tear through my entire perineum trying to push her out; I just want my baby to be alive. Healthy and developmentally normal would be great, but I will be thrilled with alive, no matter how she gets here.
Also, just a note - since you're planning to go med-free, if you're taken for an emergency section you will be unconscious because they won't have time to place an epidural. They'll just put you under general anesthesia - so if they do strap your arms down, you likely won't remember it anyway.
This is not necessarily true. I had an unplanned c-section with DD because of fetal distress-- her heart-rate would drop too low with each contraction. I had an epidural beforehand, but they had to redo it in the OR because it wasn't right and the numbing wasn't happening. At no point did they discuss general anesthesia, they just un-tarped me, sat me up, and completely redid my epidural.
Yes, but if it's a true right here, right now, life or death emergency - they will go straight to general. I think that's what she's referring to.
So on a completely separate note... I just got home from birthing class... We learned all the wonderful medical interventions and why they could be necessary then watched a video of a c section to end the class. I started having a panic attack at the thought of using any of those things, then threw up during the c section video. Not because it was gross, or I'm squeamish, but because I welled up with so much terror it just happened like that. I could have potentially been ok but I had no idea they strapped your arms down for it, and seeing that sent me over the edge...
At least the instructor was super understanding and kept assuring me I'm not the first person to have that type of reaction. I cried in the parking lot for a good twenty minutes before I could compose myself enough to drive us to chipotle. Dinner fixes like everything...
I do have to say that fiancé was incredible to me and kept assuring me that we would do everything we could to make sure labor and delivery are not traumatic for me, and that my body has been preparing for this moment for almost nine months. He reminded me that I'll be laboring at home for a while, and that no matter what happens he's going to be there to hold my hand and support me no matter what.
I used to have a pretty violent reaction to the idea of a section until talking to the mom of a special needs boy who was taken for a section too late. She and her husband listened to the nurses say "One, two, three, breathe" and watched their son get six shots of epinephrine before he had a pulse. They were told ten minutes in not to get their hopes up but the head neonatologist wouldn't give up. That baby is now a thriving 10-month old, and his birthday is on my due date. He is being fed through a g-tube but they're hopeful that one day he will tolerate food by mouth without aspirating. So for me, I don't care if they slice me all the way up my abdomen after I tear through my entire perineum trying to push her out; I just want my baby to be alive. Healthy and developmentally normal would be great, but I will be thrilled with alive, no matter how she gets here.
Also, just a note - since you're planning to go med-free, if you're taken for an emergency section you will be unconscious because they won't have time to place an epidural. They'll just put you under general anesthesia - so if they do strap your arms down, you likely won't remember it anyway.
This is not necessarily true. I had an unplanned c-section with DD because of fetal distress-- her heart-rate would drop too low with each contraction. I had an epidural beforehand, but they had to redo it in the OR because it wasn't right and the numbing wasn't happening. At no point did they discuss general anesthesia, they just un-tarped me, sat me up, and completely redid my epidural.
Yes, but if it's a true right here, right now, life or death emergency - they will go straight to general. I think that's what she's referring to.
Yes, but there are plenty of scenarios where you could end up in a c-section and still have the pleasure of knowing you're being strapped down
So on a completely separate note... I just got home from birthing class... We learned all the wonderful medical interventions and why they could be necessary then watched a video of a c section to end the class. I started having a panic attack at the thought of using any of those things, then threw up during the c section video. Not because it was gross, or I'm squeamish, but because I welled up with so much terror it just happened like that. I could have potentially been ok but I had no idea they strapped your arms down for it, and seeing that sent me over the edge...
At least the instructor was super understanding and kept assuring me I'm not the first person to have that type of reaction. I cried in the parking lot for a good twenty minutes before I could compose myself enough to drive us to chipotle. Dinner fixes like everything...
I do have to say that fiancé was incredible to me and kept assuring me that we would do everything we could to make sure labor and delivery are not traumatic for me, and that my body has been preparing for this moment for almost nine months. He reminded me that I'll be laboring at home for a while, and that no matter what happens he's going to be there to hold my hand and support me no matter what.
I used to have a pretty violent reaction to the idea of a section until talking to the mom of a special needs boy who was taken for a section too late. She and her husband listened to the nurses say "One, two, three, breathe" and watched their son get six shots of epinephrine before he had a pulse. They were told ten minutes in not to get their hopes up but the head neonatologist wouldn't give up. That baby is now a thriving 10-month old, and his birthday is on my due date. He is being fed through a g-tube but they're hopeful that one day he will tolerate food by mouth without aspirating. So for me, I don't care if they slice me all the way up my abdomen after I tear through my entire perineum trying to push her out; I just want my baby to be alive. Healthy and developmentally normal would be great, but I will be thrilled with alive, no matter how she gets here.
Also, just a note - since you're planning to go med-free, if you're taken for an emergency section you will be unconscious because they won't have time to place an epidural. They'll just put you under general anesthesia - so if they do strap your arms down, you likely won't remember it anyway.
This is not necessarily true. I had an unplanned c-section with DD because of fetal distress-- her heart-rate would drop too low with each contraction. I had an epidural beforehand, but they had to redo it in the OR because it wasn't right and the numbing wasn't happening. At no point did they discuss general anesthesia, they just un-tarped me, sat me up, and completely redid my epidural.
Yes, but if it's a true right here, right now, life or death emergency - they will go straight to general. I think that's what she's referring to.
Yes, but there are plenty of scenarios where you could end up in a c-section and still have the pleasure of knowing you're being strapped down
I feel like punching a wall and crying. DH and I went to the apartment to move some stuff in and check everything out. Well, DH keeps finding things wrong. Apparently there's uneven floors in the kids room. A lot of our outlets need to be changed out, since they're loose. DS was able to pull the outlet covers OUT without effort for a bunch of them. Some of the cabinet doors need to be replaced. Some of the door knobs to be swapped out.
DH keeps freaking out and my dad keeps talking as if we're going to need to break our lease and find a new apartment--he even talked about a few other places for us to look at. Even if we were legally able to break the lease, we'd be out EVERYTHING that we paid.
I jusst st want to be moved out of here and into my own place. This crap is stressing me out and everyone keeps trying to tell me to relax...
@Knottie9983816 How about this? In spite of what I said, I don't actually remember being strapped down and didn't consider it until I read about it here a month or two ago.
I feel like punching a wall and crying. DH and I went to the apartment to move some stuff in and check everything out. Well, DH keeps finding things wrong. Apparently there's uneven floors in the kids room. A lot of our outlets need to be changed out, since they're loose. DS was able to pull the outlet covers OUT without effort for a bunch of them. Some of the cabinet doors need to be replaced. Some of the door knobs to be swapped out.
DH keeps freaking out and my dad keeps talking as if we're going to need to break our lease and find a new apartment--he even talked about a few other places for us to look at. Even if we were legally able to break the lease, we'd be out EVERYTHING that we paid.
I jusst st want to be moved out of here and into my own place. This crap is stressing me out and everyone keeps trying to tell me to relax...
Definitely some bummers in there, but it doesn't sound like you need to worry about not moving in quite yet. Rentals unfortunately mean compromising on some things you would never accept as a homeowner. All of the things you list would need fixing if you owned the place. Stuff like cabinet doors, doorknobs, or even uneven floors, though, are probably overlookable in a rental. Definitely doesn't hurt to talk to your landlord about it anyway, and safety-related issues like outlets need to be dealt with, but I wouldn't stress over the rest. If there are things that your landlord isn't dealing with that aren't safety related that still make you crazy... Well, you can accomplish a surprising amount with a screwdriver and the occasional trip to the hardware store. The glorious thing about apartments is that they're temporary.
If it makes you feel any better, I lived 3 years in my last apartment with peeling paint in my shower and kitchen sink, and with a light switch that didn't control anything in the apartment. In this apartment, the doorknobs all stick (meaning we have trouble latching some of the doors), the kitchen ceiling fan rattles, there's not a single overhead light in the living room, and we wound up replacing a couple shower fixtures because they sprayed water everywhere. It's a nice apartment, and the landlord is an upstanding guy, but such is the peril of renting that things we'd love to do (replacing the fan, redoing the doorknobs, installing real lighting in the main room) are things that just aren't worth fretting over. You can bet that we'd have them all fixed yesterday I'd we owned the place, but since we don't... Meh.
Especially if your dad is a homeowner, I'd take his panic with a grain of salt.
@AmadorRose thank you for mentioning the emergency vs unplanned aspect of it. If it is an emergency you're right, and it will probably be fine. I know at the end of the day it WILL be ok either way... I'm just stupidly scared of anything medically related...
I think the epidural v anesthesia depends on your hospital. I was advised that if I go in for a vaginal birth and they decide that they need to cut her out, she will be out in a matter of about 15 minutes, their most conservative estimate. The hospital I'm delivering at is all about letting mom try her best to deliver vaginally and if that doesn't work, they need baby out immediately; they will not take time to place an epidural.
I've never had a fear of medical procedures so I can't exactly relate, but I used to be very depressed and anxious. I noticed that it was worst when I was away from everyone and had no one to bolster me back up, which I realize now is pretty dumb. Something that has helped me a lot is thinking about thing in absolutes; for example, the girl I mentioned earlier. Nothing went the way she planned but she is no worse off for it. I would love to have a healthy baby, but if she isn't then there's a reason she was put in my home. Both Mike and I have medical backgrounds, I've worked with a lot of developmentally disabled people, and Mike is literally the most patient person in the world. Worrying about what-ifs has driven me crazy in the past, so I trained myself to stop by thinking through what I'm worried about then think about what I would do in that scenario. Then I think about a scenario that is worse that I've witnessed and realize - every single time - that the people in the worst scenario, with time, are still happy. You can find joy in anything. I may be the only person crazy enough for this method to work for, but it has made a huge difference in my life.
I really like Chipotle but I hate their chips. They are soooo salty tasting
I get a small bag of chips, mash it up , and sprinkle them on the top of my burrito bowl. I squeeze lime juice on top and it's like the best thing ever. i agree though that the chips alone have too much lime flavored salt or something
I should have brought two banana mocha chocolate chip muffins for breakfast. Totally worth staying up a little late last night to make them
I bought two chocolate chip bagels this morning. I ate one on the way in, the other is looking at my through the bag on my desk awaiting it's turn.
This was after I had my heart set on an iced coffee and two strawberry donuts from Dunkin. For the second time this week someone whipped in front of me in the drive through and I lost it and sped off. Because hormones. I may have screamed and shed a tear this morning. Then I remembered the bagel place with the chocolate chip bagels and all was right with the world again.
I feel like punching a wall and crying. DH and I went to the apartment to move some stuff in and check everything out. Well, DH keeps finding things wrong. Apparently there's uneven floors in the kids room. A lot of our outlets need to be changed out, since they're loose. DS was able to pull the outlet covers OUT without effort for a bunch of them. Some of the cabinet doors need to be replaced. Some of the door knobs to be swapped out.
DH keeps freaking out and my dad keeps talking as if we're going to need to break our lease and find a new apartment--he even talked about a few other places for us to look at. Even if we were legally able to break the lease, we'd be out EVERYTHING that we paid.
I jusst st want to be moved out of here and into my own place. This crap is stressing me out and everyone keeps trying to tell me to relax...
Definitely some bummers in there, but it doesn't sound like you need to worry about not moving in quite yet. Rentals unfortunately mean compromising on some things you would never accept as a homeowner. All of the things you list would need fixing if you owned the place. Stuff like cabinet doors, doorknobs, or even uneven floors, though, are probably overlookable in a rental. Definitely doesn't hurt to talk to your landlord about it anyway, and safety-related issues like outlets need to be dealt with, but I wouldn't stress over the rest. If there are things that your landlord isn't dealing with that aren't safety related that still make you crazy... Well, you can accomplish a surprising amount with a screwdriver and the occasional trip to the hardware store. The glorious thing about apartments is that they're temporary.
If it makes you feel any better, I lived 3 years in my last apartment with peeling paint in my shower and kitchen sink, and with a light switch that didn't control anything in the apartment. In this apartment, the doorknobs all stick (meaning we have trouble latching some of the doors), the kitchen ceiling fan rattles, there's not a single overhead light in the living room, and we wound up replacing a couple shower fixtures because they sprayed water everywhere. It's a nice apartment, and the landlord is an upstanding guy, but such is the peril of renting that things we'd love to do (replacing the fan, redoing the doorknobs, installing real lighting in the main room) are things that just aren't worth fretting over. You can bet that we'd have them all fixed yesterday I'd we owned the place, but since we don't... Meh.
Especially if your dad is a homeowner, I'd take his panic with a grain of salt.
Their big concern is that some of the things may have been caused by water damage. I think they're overreacting and we just need to give the list of things that need to be fixed to management and keep moving in. I'm just done with them freaking out and talking about us breaking the lease and things like that. I just want to move in, get settled, and build my joke before I give birth. They're stressing me out, and that's not what I need right now.
I feel like punching a wall and crying. DH and I went to the apartment to move some stuff in and check everything out. Well, DH keeps finding things wrong. Apparently there's uneven floors in the kids room. A lot of our outlets need to be changed out, since they're loose. DS was able to pull the outlet covers OUT without effort for a bunch of them. Some of the cabinet doors need to be replaced. Some of the door knobs to be swapped out.
DH keeps freaking out and my dad keeps talking as if we're going to need to break our lease and find a new apartment--he even talked about a few other places for us to look at. Even if we were legally able to break the lease, we'd be out EVERYTHING that we paid.
I jusst st want to be moved out of here and into my own place. This crap is stressing me out and everyone keeps trying to tell me to relax...
Definitely some bummers in there, but it doesn't sound like you need to worry about not moving in quite yet. Rentals unfortunately mean compromising on some things you would never accept as a homeowner. All of the things you list would need fixing if you owned the place. Stuff like cabinet doors, doorknobs, or even uneven floors, though, are probably overlookable in a rental. Definitely doesn't hurt to talk to your landlord about it anyway, and safety-related issues like outlets need to be dealt with, but I wouldn't stress over the rest. If there are things that your landlord isn't dealing with that aren't safety related that still make you crazy... Well, you can accomplish a surprising amount with a screwdriver and the occasional trip to the hardware store. The glorious thing about apartments is that they're temporary.
If it makes you feel any better, I lived 3 years in my last apartment with peeling paint in my shower and kitchen sink, and with a light switch that didn't control anything in the apartment. In this apartment, the doorknobs all stick (meaning we have trouble latching some of the doors), the kitchen ceiling fan rattles, there's not a single overhead light in the living room, and we wound up replacing a couple shower fixtures because they sprayed water everywhere. It's a nice apartment, and the landlord is an upstanding guy, but such is the peril of renting that things we'd love to do (replacing the fan, redoing the doorknobs, installing real lighting in the main room) are things that just aren't worth fretting over. You can bet that we'd have them all fixed yesterday I'd we owned the place, but since we don't... Meh.
Especially if your dad is a homeowner, I'd take his panic with a grain of salt.
Their big concern is that some of the things may have been caused by water damage. I think they're overreacting and we just need to give the list of things that need to be fixed to management and keep moving in. I'm just done with them freaking out and talking about us breaking the lease and things like that. I just want to move in, get settled, and build my joke before I give birth. They're stressing me out, and that's not what I need right now.
I would definitely make a list and document at move in though, if only to prove that you did not cause said damages when you move out. Places have swindled tenants out of security deposits for much less. Hang in there, sister.
A childhood friend is getting married this weekend and months ago I RSVP yes..... The wedding is 4 hrs away, so we are driving up tonight and staying the weekend.
My 35 week pregnant self is now wondering WTF was I thinking. I also had to change the outfit that I bought last month because my feet and ankles are so swollen by the end of the day I can't get a strap around my ankle. I'm now wearing a long black dress that goes to the floor instead of mid calf. So to this black tie wedding, I'll be wearing flip flops because they're the only shoes I can comfortably get on. I'm trying to tell myself it's completely justified but it's currently snowing in NY and going to be in the 30's tomorrow for the wedding.
The only upside to this weekend is I booked myself a prenatal massage at the hotel. Hoping it helps alleviate some of my pelvic pressure.
I feel like punching a wall and crying. DH and I went to the apartment to move some stuff in and check everything out. Well, DH keeps finding things wrong. Apparently there's uneven floors in the kids room. A lot of our outlets need to be changed out, since they're loose. DS was able to pull the outlet covers OUT without effort for a bunch of them. Some of the cabinet doors need to be replaced. Some of the door knobs to be swapped out.
DH keeps freaking out and my dad keeps talking as if we're going to need to break our lease and find a new apartment--he even talked about a few other places for us to look at. Even if we were legally able to break the lease, we'd be out EVERYTHING that we paid.
I jusst st want to be moved out of here and into my own place. This crap is stressing me out and everyone keeps trying to tell me to relax...
Definitely some bummers in there, but it doesn't sound like you need to worry about not moving in quite yet. Rentals unfortunately mean compromising on some things you would never accept as a homeowner. All of the things you list would need fixing if you owned the place. Stuff like cabinet doors, doorknobs, or even uneven floors, though, are probably overlookable in a rental. Definitely doesn't hurt to talk to your landlord about it anyway, and safety-related issues like outlets need to be dealt with, but I wouldn't stress over the rest. If there are things that your landlord isn't dealing with that aren't safety related that still make you crazy... Well, you can accomplish a surprising amount with a screwdriver and the occasional trip to the hardware store. The glorious thing about apartments is that they're temporary.
If it makes you feel any better, I lived 3 years in my last apartment with peeling paint in my shower and kitchen sink, and with a light switch that didn't control anything in the apartment. In this apartment, the doorknobs all stick (meaning we have trouble latching some of the doors), the kitchen ceiling fan rattles, there's not a single overhead light in the living room, and we wound up replacing a couple shower fixtures because they sprayed water everywhere. It's a nice apartment, and the landlord is an upstanding guy, but such is the peril of renting that things we'd love to do (replacing the fan, redoing the doorknobs, installing real lighting in the main room) are things that just aren't worth fretting over. You can bet that we'd have them all fixed yesterday I'd we owned the place, but since we don't... Meh.
Especially if your dad is a homeowner, I'd take his panic with a grain of salt.
Their big concern is that some of the things may have been caused by water damage. I think they're overreacting and we just need to give the list of things that need to be fixed to management and keep moving in. I'm just done with them freaking out and talking about us breaking the lease and things like that. I just want to move in, get settled, and build my joke before I give birth. They're stressing me out, and that's not what I need right now.
I would definitely make a list and document at move in though, if only to prove that you did not cause said damages when you move out. Places have swindled tenants out of security deposits for much less. Hang in there, sister.
We're definitely documenting anything and everything. DH forgot to do it at our last place (I was at work when him and one of our roommates at the time did the walk through), so he's learned his lesson. Most of the stuff is an easy fix, like replacing the door knobs or cabinet doors. Those are things that we can just have them fix when they have the chance to send someone. The floor is something we'll just have to live with.
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I feel like these are from Jack Dawson's sketchbook.
At least the instructor was super understanding and kept assuring me I'm not the first person to have that type of reaction. I cried in the parking lot for a good twenty minutes before I could compose myself enough to drive us to chipotle. Dinner fixes like everything...
I do have to say that fiancé was incredible to me and kept assuring me that we would do everything we could to make sure labor and delivery are not traumatic for me, and that my body has been preparing for this moment for almost nine months. He reminded me that I'll be laboring at home for a while, and that no matter what happens he's going to be there to hold my hand and support me no matter what.
Also, just a note - since you're planning to go med-free, if you're taken for an emergency section you will be unconscious because they won't have time to place an epidural. They'll just put you under general anesthesia - so if they do strap your arms down, you likely won't remember it anyway.
DH keeps freaking out and my dad keeps talking as if we're going to need to break our lease and find a new apartment--he even talked about a few other places for us to look at. Even if we were legally able to break the lease, we'd be out EVERYTHING that we paid.
I jusst st want to be moved out of here and into my own place. This crap is stressing me out and everyone keeps trying to tell me to relax...
If it makes you feel any better, I lived 3 years in my last apartment with peeling paint in my shower and kitchen sink, and with a light switch that didn't control anything in the apartment. In this apartment, the doorknobs all stick (meaning we have trouble latching some of the doors), the kitchen ceiling fan rattles, there's not a single overhead light in the living room, and we wound up replacing a couple shower fixtures because they sprayed water everywhere. It's a nice apartment, and the landlord is an upstanding guy, but such is the peril of renting that things we'd love to do (replacing the fan, redoing the doorknobs, installing real lighting in the main room) are things that just aren't worth fretting over. You can bet that we'd have them all fixed yesterday I'd we owned the place, but since we don't... Meh.
Especially if your dad is a homeowner, I'd take his panic with a grain of salt.
I've never had a fear of medical procedures so I can't exactly relate, but I used to be very depressed and anxious. I noticed that it was worst when I was away from everyone and had no one to bolster me back up, which I realize now is pretty dumb. Something that has helped me a lot is thinking about thing in absolutes; for example, the girl I mentioned earlier. Nothing went the way she planned but she is no worse off for it. I would love to have a healthy baby, but if she isn't then there's a reason she was put in my home. Both Mike and I have medical backgrounds, I've worked with a lot of developmentally disabled people, and Mike is literally the most patient person in the world. Worrying about what-ifs has driven me crazy in the past, so I trained myself to stop by thinking through what I'm worried about then think about what I would do in that scenario. Then I think about a scenario that is worse that I've witnessed and realize - every single time - that the people in the worst scenario, with time, are still happy. You can find joy in anything. I may be the only person crazy enough for this method to work for, but it has made a huge difference in my life.
i agree though that the chips alone have too much lime flavored salt or something
#farmkidproblems
This was after I had my heart set on an iced coffee and two strawberry donuts from Dunkin. For the second time this week someone whipped in front of me in the drive through and I lost it and sped off. Because hormones. I may have screamed and shed a tear this morning. Then I remembered the bagel place with the chocolate chip bagels and all was right with the world again.
My 35 week pregnant self is now wondering WTF was I thinking. I also had to change the outfit that I bought last month because my feet and ankles are so swollen by the end of the day I can't get a strap around my ankle. I'm now wearing a long black dress that goes to the floor instead of mid calf. So to this black tie wedding, I'll be wearing flip flops because they're the only shoes I can comfortably get on. I'm trying to tell myself it's completely justified but it's currently snowing in NY and going to be in the 30's tomorrow for the wedding.
The only upside to this weekend is I booked myself a prenatal massage at the hotel. Hoping it helps alleviate some of my pelvic pressure.