I no longer have ankles after running errands, or working. My DH is seriously a doll for rubbing them every day but nothing is working, on to find some compression socks! Also I had a tooth pulled a little over a week ago, my tongue is swollen as of today. It also looks like I have developed a canker sore on that side to. Love Mondays!
There was also a gentlemen at work, a complete stranger might I add, who asked me when my due date was then went on to assume that I was probably sooo ready to be done. When I informed him that I was fine with the 6 weeks left his reply went "Oh I guess we aren't quite ready then." It seems so petty but i wanted to punch him in the face. He wanted to try and spin it negatively no matter what, which really made my skin crawl. So i replied "No, I guess I'm just a rare breed who enjoys pregnancy and would like my baby to develop as long as she needs to."
This morning, I had a marked presentation for my university, and of course when I get into the flipping car it wouldn't start, ended up and hour late waiting for someone to come out and change the battery.
Tried to ring DH at work as I needed to go up to the hospital to be checked out, call up his work, and the arrogant butt faces refuse to put me through to him claiming they "dont know where he is".... Well he had to be at work! I dropped him there in the morning! So I had to go to his Dad's house to get him to call up (he is a manager there) and demand to be put through to my DH... Absolutely ridiculous!
I know, I know, it's not Monday anymore, but I just needed to have my little rant. We found out 20 weeks ago that we're having a girl. I wanted to start preparing back then. I got told it was too early - constantly. Then yesterday my husband says, "Well, now that you're so big and uncomfortable and tired, how are we supposed to get anything done before the baby?" Hmmmmmm... I don't know. SOMEONE mentioned this months ago. It's not like it's our first and he should be surprised I'm huge and tired.
Re: Monday Moans - rants go here!
There was also a gentlemen at work, a complete stranger might I add, who asked me when my due date was then went on to assume that I was probably sooo ready to be done. When I informed him that I was fine with the 6 weeks left his reply went
"Oh I guess we aren't quite ready then."
It seems so petty but i wanted to punch him in the face. He wanted to try and spin it negatively no matter what, which really made my skin crawl. So i replied
"No, I guess I'm just a rare breed who enjoys pregnancy and would like my baby to develop as long as she needs to."
Tried to ring DH at work as I needed to go up to the hospital to be checked out, call up his work, and the arrogant butt faces refuse to put me through to him claiming they "dont know where he is".... Well he had to be at work! I dropped him there in the morning! So I had to go to his Dad's house to get him to call up (he is a manager there) and demand to be put through to my DH... Absolutely ridiculous!
The inevitable finally happened. I peed myself while throwing up. Pregnancy is so glamorous.