I have been bitching a lot about false labor because that shit hurts...lightening crotch happens a lot and I'm waking up all. The. Time.
yest we went to an event and did a lot of walking. By the end up the 6 hours we were there i had started to get some contractions. By the end of the night my crotch felt like...idk it's hard to explain. It hurts though.
My MIL bought us a crib for LO off of one of those buy/sell/trades on Facebook. I love it, but I wish I could put the thing together myself! It doesn't come with instructions, so I'm hoping DH knows where to put what LOL.
Also, it's gonna be fun cleaning out our spare room to make it into a nursery. We have sooo much crap.
I can't even walk to the bathroom without contractions starting. They are getting more intense every time I move around. Today is going to be a movie day for myself and DD.
I did not sleep at all last night an woke up at like 2 am covered in sweat. I got up went to the bathroom and got an ice pack then went back to bed with no luck with sleeping. I am now laying down with my poop puppy who is afraid of thunder.
Super strong contractions that kept me up until 4:30 in the morning make me sad, although I guess they're a good thing. They are still coming even now, although a bit weaker.. Hopefully they amount to something soon.
I'm so tired of non-pregnant people complaining. I don't want to hear about how hot they are, how tired they are or how little sleep they got, or whatever aches and pains they may have. Suck it up people; you won't get any sympathy from this pregnant lady.
I feel like certain people in my life have forgotten I am pregnant. F off to my boss who thinks he can come in and give me orders for a bunch of physical jobs that need to be done, and then just walk away, completely unhelpful. If you need me to move a bunch of things around, I need more than 2 minutes notice since I basically cant bend over anymore. I am giving my two weeks notice today, so maybe that will remind him that there is a baby coming and I am not putting up with his shit anymore.
A bright spot today though was the pizza and cake hubby brought home. The ladies he works with must have thrown him a baby party last night at work.
Not sure what happened last night but had severe pain on lower left back and it kept waking me out of a sound sleep. Was up about every hour crying it hurt soo bad. Now everything is fine but exhuasted and stuck at work all day.
The back pain...ohhh the back pain! Last week it was feeling a bit better until Friday, when I went home early from work cause it was so bad. My lower back is pretty much sore all the time, but it's really the back of my right hip area, that's where I get shooting/stabbing pains when I move in certain ways. try to bend over, stand up too fast, etc...I've had sciatica pre-pregnancy, so I expected it to flare up but that doesn't make it any less annoying to deal with!
Was supposed to go to my parents house and have dinner with my grandparents — meaning I wouldn't have to cook today — and I just found out they're going to a museum that is 3 hours away. So no dinner. I am unreasonably upset that they are doing this and making me cook.
The further into this pregnancy I get, the higher LO seems to put himself. My kid doesn't realize he's supposed to move down out of my rib cage. My mother sent a text this morning that said, "Savannah Guthrie has dropped, have you?" Shut it, Mom.
This. I was carrying "low" all pregnancy until about a week and a half ago, now I understand what people say about baby being in their ribs. Why now do they have to move higher instead of lower?
Our a/c has been out of commission all summer. It was insanely humid yesterday. MP's parents are out of town and told us we could sleep over to use their CAC anytime. So we rounded up the dogs and headed over. All was fine until it started to thunderstorm and the one neurotic dog was freaking out, whining and panting. After about half an hour, MP snapped and we drove back home at 330AM. So exhausted at work today, I am raging.
When you "joke" about me working up until my due date, it gives me anxiety attacks. This is my last week. Unless you provide me with a chauffeur and a couch to put my feet up on, I plan to be home doing just that. Y u try to stress me out?
My husband willingly rode his bike 30 miles to my parent's house yesterday and has not stopped whining about how sore he is today. I don't even pretend to care how he feels, I am the only one who is allowed to complain!
I really don't see how much lower LO can get, OB already said at an appointment almost two weeks ago his head was very low. I also really feel like LO is head butting my in my butthole every time I sit down. My cramps will not stop, ugh. They have been on and off since last night.
Totally overreacting at being upset with DH, but he keeps changing plans as to when he's going on his motorcycle ride with his friends. First, it was Sunday, then I get a text saying it's now Saturday. We had plans this weekend, and I don't even care for these friends. They're not my type of people, but obviously I don't have to like all of his friends and he doesn't have to like all of mine. I just feel like going on a motorcycle ride for 4+ hours the weekend before we're having a baby is not a cool move on his part. I know he still needs his time to himself, but we have so much to do! We just moved into our house LAST WEEK!
Just a heads up...my doctor warned me against riding with my dad on his motorcycle this late in the game because the motions can help set you into labor. Just thought I'd better share that!
EDIT: Wait, NVM I see you aren't going. I feel better now
I have no patience for my employees today. I really don't want to listen to people complain about the vending machine eating their money when there's a sign on the machine saying that it's eating money, or that the cleaning people threw away their food they left in their fridge over the weekend that they toss everything left in the fridge, or people who have been here for less than 6 months asking for a part time position (which we don't offer). I need to just stay in my office all day and not interact with any employees. I would also really like it if the woman who sits near the front of our suite would answer the doorbell, so I don't have to get up and waddle to the front to get it randomly throughout the day.
Positives to today are that I'm wearing yoga pants and my boss is off today so I am comfortable and I don't have to make small talk with my boss.
My bitch list is long, and I should PROBABLY wait for FFFC, but eff it....I'm fixing to lose my mind.
DH's grandmother fell, and is now in rehab (his mom is deceased, so he's the only family member she has left). She MUST go into assisted living/nursing home. She's not stable enough to live on her own.
This isn't my bitch.
Over 9 months ago, my parents gave him paperwork to get her VA benefits (WW2 widows are eligible for money). He's put it off. Now, to afford to put her in to assisted living, she NEEDS that money. And it can take up to 6 months to get it. *sigh* My folks offered for months to assist him in getting it filled out, but he just kept putting it off and putting it off. And now it's critical. I kinda wanna pull out my hair.
So, he asks me if I'd be okay with her moving in to our home. If she was 100% capable of caring for herself, sure, no big deal. But, she's not. I can't pick her up if she falls. I can't assist her with bathing. I can't help her use the bathroom. And who knows what else I haven't thought about. And, once I return to work, our friend who's going to be caring for the baby IN our home would, out of compassion, end up taking care of her, and that doesn't seem right or fair.
It also means that for up to 6 months SS would have to bunk with her as we have NO spare bedrooms. Which certainly isn't fair to him either. He'll be in 7th grade, needing to study and wanting his own space.
Suffice to say...feeling VERY stressed. Had a mild freak-out last night due to all of this, then add in my back was ACHING so badly and NOTHING was cutting in to the pain, so all I could think was "Oh no you don't baby!! You stay your little butt RIGHT where it is!!"
And, of course...swollen feet...aching back...general exhaustion. Slept in my recliner last night for the first time in a week last night, and actually slept WELL. That was such a relief.
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I'm back with another complaint. A coworker complains to me practically every day about how she is sore/in pain from moving. Mind you, she moved to her new apt WEEKS ago. And today she tells me she is sore everywhere and just can't catch any relief with all the "unpacking, and hauling and pushing"
Really?! I am the person you choose to complain to about this? Do you think I will have sympathy because I can relate? No no. I can't relate. Our situations are not even close to being the same. And she doesn't even ask how I am feeling, just says good morning and launches into her own tales of woe. At least she can take pain meds and sit in a hot tub and do pretty much anything she wants! heck, she can drink a bottle of wine to "catch some relief"!
Totally overreacting at being upset with DH, but he keeps changing plans as to when he's going on his motorcycle ride with his friends. First, it was Sunday, then I get a text saying it's now Saturday. We had plans this weekend, and I don't even care for these friends. They're not my type of people, but obviously I don't have to like all of his friends and he doesn't have to like all of mine. I just feel like going on a motorcycle ride for 4+ hours the weekend before we're having a baby is not a cool move on his part. I know he still needs his time to himself, but we have so much to do! We just moved into our house LAST WEEK!
I hate it when DH does that. Right now the motorcycle is relegated to transportation for him to and from work on days we can't commute together, but when his buddies and he plan trips, the plans CONSTANTLY change, up to, and including DURING the ride. Ticks me off EVERY single time.
Honestly, there have been times I've put my foot down and told him that, while I don't MIND his riding, and I DO honestly understand he sometimes just needs "guy" time, that he's going to be gone for too long, or I'm not comfortable with him being gone for the entire day, could he please make it a half-day. He's usually good at taking my feelings in to consideration.
Also, depending on what type of bike he has would make a WORLD of difference riding with him. DH used to have a HD Fat Bob that was nice for day trips, but, we did a 3 day weekend ride from New Orleans to Florida and back again in one day, and my butt HURT!! A few months later, he upgraded to a WideGlide. SOOOO much nicer. I can't wait to get back to riding again. He cut me off from motorcycle riding the same time the doc said I had to give up my horseback riding (24 weeks I believe). Sucked. There are days I miss riding the Harley. I just don't miss getting ON it. LOL!!
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Totally overreacting at being upset with DH, but he keeps changing plans as to when he's going on his motorcycle ride with his friends. First, it was Sunday, then I get a text saying it's now Saturday. We had plans this weekend, and I don't even care for these friends. They're not my type of people, but obviously I don't have to like all of his friends and he doesn't have to like all of mine. I just feel like going on a motorcycle ride for 4+ hours the weekend before we're having a baby is not a cool move on his part. I know he still needs his time to himself, but we have so much to do! We just moved into our house LAST WEEK!
Just a heads up...my doctor warned me against riding with my dad on his motorcycle this late in the game because the motions can help set you into labor. Just thought I'd better share that!
EDIT: Wait, NVM I see you aren't going. I feel better now
Never heard that motorcycle ride could start labor. May have to have DH drive me around a big empty parking lot in a couple weeks:) Or maybe take a slow ride around property on ATV - should be the same:)
Just a heads up...my doctor warned me against riding with my dad on his motorcycle this late in the game because the motions can help set you into labor. Just thought I'd better share that!
EDIT: Wait, NVM I see you aren't going. I feel better now
Never heard that motorcycle ride could start labor. May have to have DH drive me around a big empty parking lot in a couple weeks:) Or maybe take a slow ride around property on ATV - should be the same:)
Actually, I hadn't heard that either. But, I'm gonna tell DH when we get closer.
If he's got the choice between riding his HD or having sex with the pregnant woman to help trigger labor, he'll pick the motorcycle every time.
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I hate night time. Most the time I can't sleep for more than an hour at a time between my discomfort, peeing and my ODDs. However, if by some miracle I do sleep a 3 hour stretch the resulting pain and all over body cramps are just not worth it.
DH left for business trip this morning. Otis (our dog) is still on an antibiotics for his bladder infection and it is a sulfa drug...which I am severely allergic to. Parents had promised to come home today from vacation so they could give it to him, but decided yesterday to delay. My mom thinks that "it can't possibly be that serious. Won't gloves be enough?" Um, no. Anaphylaxis is no joke.
I call the OB this morning to see if I should get an epi pen just in case (planning on giving it to him with gloves on) and their reaction - I cannot give him these antibiotics. They want me to find someone else to give them to him. What does my mom say when I tell her this? "Well, I can't believe you would be comfortable taking an epi pen when pregnant!" No, mom. I wasn't comfortable with it. Hopefully I wouldn't need it, but if I did react it is that or die, so easy choice there. But now because you and dad can't ever stick to your plans, I am 36 weeks pregnant with a sick dog and alone. You know all of my friends live 30+minutes away. And my neighbors are douchecanoes, so that isn't an option. Grrr.
TTC Since January 2012
Me:37 DH:34 DX July 2013: Unexplained Infertility New DX Dec 2013: DOR
I feel like I'm constantly cleaning up! Non stop there is just too much shit in my house that needs to be taken care of before this new baby gets here! I'm stressing out and I wish I had more time. I'm really hoping this kiddo stays inside until the due date. There's also a good chance that my opinion changes in a week but for right now no one send me labor vibes.
I'm too much of a planner. With DD, I woke up knowing I was in labor and DH was home with me (he worked 10 minutes away then anyway). This time, he works 45+ minutes away and in a secure building, which means no cell phone. If he's not at his desk when I call, I'm pretty much screwed on trying to reach him quickly. There's no main number or anything.
My parents are also 45 minutes away and my in laws are over 30 minutes away. Again, not a big deal, but for a crazy planner, this shiz causes anxiety!
Dear Lady who wants to cancel her appt. to come in tomorrow and reschedule for "August".
1) August is not a date, it is a month, When I ask three times did you have a date in mind don't answer with august! Also you do not need to talk to me to make an appt, my secretary told you the exact same thing an hour ago!
2) I have no idea when I am going on maternity leave, so don't ask me when I am going to be back, three times, umm I don't know ask the baby.
3) I started doing these documents for your parents in 2007, and you have sat on them since then so don't get uppity when I tell you I will not be making changes to finalize them the day of and that you will need to come back for another appt. when i get back!!!!
DH left for business trip this morning. Otis (our dog) is still on an antibiotics for his bladder infection and it is a sulfa drug...which I am severely allergic to. Parents had promised to come home today from vacation so they could give it to him, but decided yesterday to delay. My mom thinks that "it can't possibly be that serious. Won't gloves be enough?" Um, no. Anaphylaxis is no joke.
I call the OB this morning to see if I should get an epi pen just in case (planning on giving it to him with gloves on) and their reaction - I cannot give him these antibiotics. They want me to find someone else to give them to him. What does my mom say when I tell her this? "Well, I can't believe you would be comfortable taking an epi pen when pregnant!" No, mom. I wasn't comfortable with it. Hopefully I wouldn't need it, but if I did react it is that or die, so easy choice there. But now because you and dad can't ever stick to your plans, I am 36 weeks pregnant with a sick dog and alone. You know all of my friends live 30+minutes away. And my neighbors are douchecanoes, so that isn't an option. Grrr.
Call your vet! They might be able to administer it. My vet did that for a friend when she was stuck giving her cat drugs she was allergic too.
I made a peach milkshake and put too much vanilla in it so it didn't really taste like peaches Thinking I need to head to Chick-fil-a now to get one to make up for it.
Those Lemon Drop Cupcakes didn't work either. drat.
on the plus side: my younger brother is home from college and will be coming over this week and helping me do chores that I'm physically unable to do anymore in exchange for feeding him and letting him to play our xbox. win-win to me
DH left for business trip this morning. Otis (our dog) is still on an antibiotics for his bladder infection and it is a sulfa drug...which I am severely allergic to. Parents had promised to come home today from vacation so they could give it to him, but decided yesterday to delay. My mom thinks that "it can't possibly be that serious. Won't gloves be enough?" Um, no. Anaphylaxis is no joke.
I call the OB this morning to see if I should get an epi pen just in case (planning on giving it to him with gloves on) and their reaction - I cannot give him these antibiotics. They want me to find someone else to give them to him. What does my mom say when I tell her this? "Well, I can't believe you would be comfortable taking an epi pen when pregnant!" No, mom. I wasn't comfortable with it. Hopefully I wouldn't need it, but if I did react it is that or die, so easy choice there. But now because you and dad can't ever stick to your plans, I am 36 weeks pregnant with a sick dog and alone. You know all of my friends live 30+minutes away. And my neighbors are douchecanoes, so that isn't an option. Grrr.
Any possibility of running Otis to the vet to have them administer it for him? Or, even contact a dog sitter service to see if they could do it?
Also...your mom...wtf?!
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I miss riding my Rebel. And the big Triumph we have. And it probably won't be until next Spring before I ride again since I'll be adjusting to the whole having a newborn thing and all.
I keep TELLING myself that I'll be going horseback riding this fall. I'm not sure how, but I keep TELLING myself that, but knowing it's not true. I can't see breaking away for 2 hours. He keeps telling me he'll watch the baby so I can get out, but I think he really doesn't understand how BF keeps a momma "tied" to the baby.
He also seems to think we'll be taking MC trips this fall with friends. And, again, I'm sitting there muttering under my breath "No, no we won't be."
I miss my 'freedom' already.
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I have another bitch, and it's totally ridiculous and I know I'm going to sound like a huge brat, but here it goes.
I had posted last week about my SIL and MIL getting all upset that DH won't be at SIL's Hawaii wedding 4 weeks after my due date. I wasn't comfortable being alone with all the unknowns and MIL was being annoying about it. Well, my BFF was able to work around her schedule at her brand new job to come be with me Fri-Tues the weekend of the wedding. So now DH can go, and MIL is going to pay for the over $1000 ticket.
So my bitch is that things worked out perfectly for my SIL (who can be a spoiled brat on occasion) and I'm annoyed about that. It's totally ridiculous, I know that, but I kinda wanted her to have to suck it up and deal with things not working out the exact way she wants them. SIL and MIL are also not going to be very appreciative about what DH, I, and my BFF did to make this work. And poor DH is going to fly for 2 entire days, spend 1 day in Hawaii sleeping on a floor, and then come home to an infant who's still going to be up multiple times at night.
I have one more and I'm probably going to sound so rude for it and it will get long, sorry ladies!
We had our second and last shower yesterday, it was with our church. My Sunday school teacher was over it on planning it and decorating it. She planned it for when H was off work so he could attend. We got to church yesterday morning and she was upset because someone had went in there and already decorated it and it wasn't how she wanted it and she said it looked like someone just threw something together as quick as they could and it didn't look good at all. Hearing that upset me, because I felt like they could care less about my shower. I hate to say it, but we have those types of people that if she were to even go and tweak it a little they would pitch a fit! So, she just left it alone, which I understand completely.
Then at my shower yesterday H and I are sitting there socializing with a few others and I hear my name being called out loud. I looked up and my SS teacher was just shaking her head. She had called me afterwards for a few things and I happened to mention it to her. She then told me that someone at the shower didn't even know who I was or how long I had even been going there. Then made a smart comment on how I didn't even look the same when someone told her who I was. I just felt like it was pretty rude. I'm grateful for the gift, but why come if you don't even know me.
Re: Monday bitchfest
yest we went to an event and did a lot of walking. By the end up the 6 hours we were there i had started to get some contractions. By the end of the night my crotch felt like...idk it's hard to explain. It hurts though.
Also, it's gonna be fun cleaning out our spare room to make it into a nursery. We have sooo much crap.
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I feel like certain people in my life have forgotten I am pregnant. F off to my boss who thinks he can come in and give me orders for a bunch of physical jobs that need to be done, and then just walk away, completely unhelpful. If you need me to move a bunch of things around, I need more than 2 minutes notice since I basically cant bend over anymore. I am giving my two weeks notice today, so maybe that will remind him that there is a baby coming and I am not putting up with his shit anymore.
A bright spot today though was the pizza and cake hubby brought home. The ladies he works with must have thrown him a baby party last night at work.
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It was insanely humid yesterday. MP's parents are out of town and told us we could sleep over to use their CAC anytime. So we rounded up the dogs and headed over.
All was fine until it started to thunderstorm and the one neurotic dog was freaking out, whining and panting.
After about half an hour, MP snapped and we drove back home at 330AM.
So exhausted at work today, I am raging.
I really don't see how much lower LO can get, OB already said at an appointment almost two weeks ago his head was very low. I also really feel like LO is head butting my in my butthole every time I sit down. My cramps will not stop, ugh. They have been on and off since last night.
Just a heads up...my doctor warned me against riding with my dad on his motorcycle this late in the game because the motions can help set you into labor. Just thought I'd better share that!
EDIT: Wait, NVM I see you aren't going. I feel better now
DH's grandmother fell, and is now in rehab (his mom is deceased, so he's the only family member she has left). She MUST go into assisted living/nursing home. She's not stable enough to live on her own.
This isn't my bitch.
Over 9 months ago, my parents gave him paperwork to get her VA benefits (WW2 widows are eligible for money). He's put it off. Now, to afford to put her in to assisted living, she NEEDS that money. And it can take up to 6 months to get it. *sigh* My folks offered for months to assist him in getting it filled out, but he just kept putting it off and putting it off. And now it's critical. I kinda wanna pull out my hair.
So, he asks me if I'd be okay with her moving in to our home. If she was 100% capable of caring for herself, sure, no big deal. But, she's not. I can't pick her up if she falls. I can't assist her with bathing. I can't help her use the bathroom. And who knows what else I haven't thought about. And, once I return to work, our friend who's going to be caring for the baby IN our home would, out of compassion, end up taking care of her, and that doesn't seem right or fair.
It also means that for up to 6 months SS would have to bunk with her as we have NO spare bedrooms. Which certainly isn't fair to him either. He'll be in 7th grade, needing to study and wanting his own space.
Suffice to say...feeling VERY stressed. Had a mild freak-out last night due to all of this, then add in my back was ACHING so badly and NOTHING was cutting in to the pain, so all I could think was "Oh no you don't baby!! You stay your little butt RIGHT where it is!!"
And, of course...swollen feet...aching back...general exhaustion. Slept in my recliner last night for the first time in a week last night, and actually slept WELL. That was such a relief.
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Proud Mother to 16 year old Austin (MCJROTC Sgt., Trumpet playing "Band Nerd" and hopeful Air Force Pilot!)
Proud Stepmother to 12 year old Josh (Baseball playing, Saxophone playing "Band Nerd" and hopeful Doctor!)
Proud Mother to baby Kaylee (Stuffed toy playing, Adorable smiling baby and hopeful Rodeo Princess!)
Honestly, there have been times I've put my foot down and told him that, while I don't MIND his riding, and I DO honestly understand he sometimes just needs "guy" time, that he's going to be gone for too long, or I'm not comfortable with him being gone for the entire day, could he please make it a half-day. He's usually good at taking my feelings in to consideration.
Also, depending on what type of bike he has would make a WORLD of difference riding with him.
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Proud Mother to 16 year old Austin (MCJROTC Sgt., Trumpet playing "Band Nerd" and hopeful Air Force Pilot!)
Proud Stepmother to 12 year old Josh (Baseball playing, Saxophone playing "Band Nerd" and hopeful Doctor!)
Proud Mother to baby Kaylee (Stuffed toy playing, Adorable smiling baby and hopeful Rodeo Princess!)
If he's got the choice between riding his HD or having sex with the pregnant woman to help trigger labor, he'll pick the motorcycle every time.
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Proud Mother to 16 year old Austin (MCJROTC Sgt., Trumpet playing "Band Nerd" and hopeful Air Force Pilot!)
Proud Stepmother to 12 year old Josh (Baseball playing, Saxophone playing "Band Nerd" and hopeful Doctor!)
Proud Mother to baby Kaylee (Stuffed toy playing, Adorable smiling baby and hopeful Rodeo Princess!)
first son stillborn 7/20/13 at 39 weeks due to Acute Fatty Liver of Pregnancy
It's a girl! Baby Anna was born August 3, 2014!
I call the OB this morning to see if I should get an epi pen just in case (planning on giving it to him with gloves on) and their reaction - I cannot give him these antibiotics. They want me to find someone else to give them to him. What does my mom say when I tell her this? "Well, I can't believe you would be comfortable taking an epi pen when pregnant!" No, mom. I wasn't comfortable with it. Hopefully I wouldn't need it, but if I did react it is that or die, so easy choice there. But now because you and dad can't ever stick to your plans, I am 36 weeks pregnant with a sick dog and alone. You know all of my friends live 30+minutes away. And my neighbors are douchecanoes, so that isn't an option. Grrr.
4 rounds of clomid, 2 with IUI = BFN
My parents are also 45 minutes away and my in laws are over 30 minutes away. Again, not a big deal, but for a crazy planner, this shiz causes anxiety!
At least I have amazing neighbors.
Those Lemon Drop Cupcakes didn't work either. drat.
on the plus side: my younger brother is home from college and will be coming over this week and helping me do chores that I'm physically unable to do anymore in exchange for feeding him and letting him to play our xbox. win-win to me
Also...your mom...wtf?!
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Proud Mother to 16 year old Austin (MCJROTC Sgt., Trumpet playing "Band Nerd" and hopeful Air Force Pilot!)
Proud Stepmother to 12 year old Josh (Baseball playing, Saxophone playing "Band Nerd" and hopeful Doctor!)
Proud Mother to baby Kaylee (Stuffed toy playing, Adorable smiling baby and hopeful Rodeo Princess!)
He also seems to think we'll be taking MC trips this fall with friends. And, again, I'm sitting there muttering under my breath "No, no we won't be."
I miss my 'freedom' already.
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Proud Mother to 16 year old Austin (MCJROTC Sgt., Trumpet playing "Band Nerd" and hopeful Air Force Pilot!)
Proud Stepmother to 12 year old Josh (Baseball playing, Saxophone playing "Band Nerd" and hopeful Doctor!)
Proud Mother to baby Kaylee (Stuffed toy playing, Adorable smiling baby and hopeful Rodeo Princess!)
I have one more and I'm probably going to sound so rude for it and it will get long, sorry ladies!
We had our second and last shower yesterday, it was with our church. My Sunday school teacher was over it on planning it and decorating it. She planned it for when H was off work so he could attend. We got to church yesterday morning and she was upset because someone had went in there and already decorated it and it wasn't how she wanted it and she said it looked like someone just threw something together as quick as they could and it didn't look good at all. Hearing that upset me, because I felt like they could care less about my shower. I hate to say it, but we have those types of people that if she were to even go and tweak it a little they would pitch a fit! So, she just left it alone, which I understand completely.
Then at my shower yesterday H and I are sitting there socializing with a few others and I hear my name being called out loud. I looked up and my SS teacher was just shaking her head. She had called me afterwards for a few things and I happened to mention it to her. She then told me that someone at the shower didn't even know who I was or how long I had even been going there. Then made a smart comment on how I didn't even look the same when someone told her who I was. I just felt like it was pretty rude. I'm grateful for the gift, but why come if you don't even know me.