Standardized portfolios will be the death of me. Thursday afternoon after turn-in cannot come soon enough. Although I cannot celebrate the way I normally do....with a big glass of wine. Maybe a pedicure instead......
Speaking of wine, I sent DH this photo telling him this would be me in June (a total joke)...I have now gotten a ration of shit about how bad that will be for LO and her nursing. No shit......I would never do anything to harm her, I just would like a glass of wine on a summer evening. And after not drinking for a year, a half a glass would be more than enough...he has sent me 4 Mayo Clinic articles and a bunch of other stuff about the dangers. UGH. Mama just wants a glass of wine right after nursing so it can process out of my system. Plus, having expressed milk stashed away just in case. Quit busting my bubble and just let me dream.
@briterfly84 I would strongly consider punching Mike in the face if he tried coming at me with that. If he's so high and mighty, he can have the rubber nipples and stretch marks.
My BFM: our 0900 appointment let us know shortly after 0800 that he would be late for his appointment. Um, what? You have an entire hour and the day off of work. Our scheduled is crammed and you're now going to delay the nine patients after you and ensure that we don't get lunch. How freaking hard is it to be responsible enough to be on time for shit that YOU scheduled?
1) I just found out I am responsible for coordinating our international team visit. They arrive today. I didn't know they were coming until last week and was told our presidents EA would be taking care of the visit. Now I am scrambling to find conference rooms and lunch. I don't do emergencies well.
2) DH blew through all out data already. We are half way through the month WTF.
These emergency runs to L&D are costing us an arm and a leg! The first bill is for $600 and I expect the second to be at least $200. Ugh I hope I don't have to go in again till it's really time!
I only got about 2 1/2 hours of sleep last night. I spent most of that time reorganizing the drawers in the nursery, and trying to fix my blanket debacle. (I am happy to say that the vinegar worked, if anyone was wondering) I literally feel like I closed my eyes and the alarm went off...
So here's my first BFM of the day: I live next to a retirement community which I have to drive through twice daily to pick up and drop off fiancé at work. What I HATE about this drive is all the old fucks who get off on going under the speed limit, by at least 5mph in BOTH lanes. Like I get it. You're old, retired, enjoy driving, don't have anywhere to go at a certain time, w/e.... Use the right lane, and don't congest traffic like assholes. And my generation is supposed to be the entitled one?
Many drivers in general bother me; not knowing the rules for merging, 4-way stops, or roundabouts are always at the top of my list, BUT lately it's the drivers around pick up / drop off for bussing to school.
PEOPLE, if the bus has their red lights flashing / STOP sign displayed you HAVE to stop in BOTH directions of traffic. This is not optional. There is ZERO part of you or your day that is more important than letting kids get safely on / off the bus.
Every morning I see people going around every bus that is stopped with lights on and the STOP sign out.
Many drivers in general bother me; not knowing the rules for merging, 4-way stops, or roundabouts are always at the top of my list, BUT lately it's the drivers around pick up / drop off for bussing to school.
PEOPLE, if the bus has their red lights flashing / STOP sign displayed you HAVE to stop in BOTH directions of traffic. This is not optional. There is ZERO part of you or your day that is more important than letting kids get safely on / off the bus.
Every morning I see people going around every bus that is stopped with lights on and the STOP sign out.
The bus drivers don't call in the plates? That's what they do in my area and I say more power to them!
I am so over DH being a typical worthless sick male. He caught DDs stomach bug on Thursday and was completely out of commission 48 hours for a 24 hour bug and then of course felt fine Saturday when he was scheduled to go on a brewery tour after I had completely managed DD for past 3 days. Really??? Then this morning was dragging ass again. ZERO SYMPATHY here. I get that stomach bugs suck but clearly you were recovered to hang out with your buddies. I have gotten zero sympathy for being 8 months pregnant. Just dont bitch to me how tired you are when DS is born. You do jot understand that level of exhaustion.
Many drivers in general bother me; not knowing the rules for merging, 4-way stops, or roundabouts are always at the top of my list, BUT lately it's the drivers around pick up / drop off for bussing to school.
PEOPLE, if the bus has their red lights flashing / STOP sign displayed you HAVE to stop in BOTH directions of traffic. This is not optional. There is ZERO part of you or your day that is more important than letting kids get safely on / off the bus.
Every morning I see people going around every bus that is stopped with lights on and the STOP sign out.
The bus drivers don't call in the plates? That's what they do in my area and I say more power to them!
They can, and do! This morning I saw 3 cars go around a bus at once, I don't know if the driver had time to get all of the information though.
DH and I went to a home improvement store on Saturday to buy some supplies for our bathroom remodel, got up to the checkout lanes and people were at least 4 deep at every register. We are finally next in line when an older couple realizes that they forgot to grab the frozen pizzas from the back of the store (why does the home improvement store sell pizzas???) so rather than checking out and having a separate transaction for the pizzas to keep the line moving we had to wait 10 minutes for the old guy to hobble back to the freezers, grab the pizzas, and hobble back to the front of the store. Then the old lady decides to pay with a check (they have to have manager approval for EVERY single check) so we had to wait another 10 minutes for the manager to quit talking and laughing at her cute male coworker and take her happy ass over to the register to sign off on the check. I told my husband that I'm done with public outings from now on. Pregnancy is making me more angry than usual and I should not be thinking about yelling at or smacking old people because they are forgetful and still prefer checks over debit cards. Now the "manager" that was busy flirting with another store employee rather than taking care of customers, that witch deserves to be smacked in the face in addition to the nasty comments I made to her.
BFM goes out to my left shoulder, which does not like being slept on. It's been getting steadily worse throughout pregnancy since I've had to sleep on it more and more. Last night I woke up at 3:30 with excruciating, shooting pain going down my arm all the way to my middle finger (which would make me laugh if I was better rested). I spent about 20 minutes with a lacrosse ball trying to work out some knots, which helped a tiny bit but not enough. So now I get to start out Monday 2 hours short on sleep
We're a one car family but usually have my sister's car at our house while she's here for college that DH can take to work if I need the van. Well it's spring break, so no car. DD had a doctor's appointment today (8 blocks away, not a huge deal to walk) so I asked DH like a dozen times to take the stroller out of the van for me, including as he was leaving our room this morning. Got downstairs to leave (5 minutes later than I wanted already) and no stroller. Luckily we had the double stroller already, but I had to haul it up from the basement and then practically jog to the doctor's office. Honest mistake and he felt bad when I called to ask if he had put it in the garage instead of inside, but ... Dude. The double is heavy and I HATE being late to the doctor - they don't really have that kind of leeway in their schedule.
I treated myself to coffee on the way home as a reward for not making him drive home from work (5 minute drive) to pick us up
I'm 37+1 with #3. So I figured I would start to get the hosp bag ready, I'm having tons if contractions and cramping this past week. i cannot find my weekend bag any where. it's the perfect size for mine, dh, and baby's things. I only want to bring one bag. The others I have are too big or way too small. We moved cross country a yr ago and then into our new house in Oct. I don't know it got lost in the moves, still at the inlaws, or what.
BFM: I haven't been to my previous dermatologist in almost 7 months and then I randomly get a bill for 188 dollars with no explanation. I try to call the billing inquiry number and get a voicemail for some lady named Margie. What the hell? And why did they send the bill to me and not my insurance anyway? It's just so annoying.
Daylight savings time can stick it where the sun don't shine. I've always had issues around sleep. Not insomnia, thank goodness, but likely some sort of circadian rhythm disorder; left to its own devices, my body is wide awake until 2 or 3 at night, and sleeps soundly until 10 or 11 in the morning. Pre-pregnancy, I could drug myself asleep by 11:30 or midnight, but I'd still wake up barely functional (similar, I suspect, to how normal people would feel if they had to wake up at 3 a.m. every day of the week... a little like having permanent jet lag). I'd finally gotten a referral to a sleep clinic just before getting knocked up, but didn't bother making an appointment since I knew that my sleeping patterns were about to change dramatically. One more reason I'm glad I can take the train to my 8:30 to 5 job, because I really, really should NOT be on the roads that early in the morning.
I've done comparatively well throughout pregnancy functioning in the mornings, probably because I'm so used to being so tired. When we fell back in October, and I felt like a goddamn CHAMPION for weeks, because the whole world was starting just a little bit closer to my preferred start time. But this whole spring forward thing... not only could I not convince my brain to fall asleep an hour earlier than usual last night, I also couldn't get it to wake up this morning for ANYTHING. Icing on the cake: husband had a doctor's appointment, so his alarm went off and woke me up at 5:00 (two and a half hours before I usually crawl out of bed, and, when you figure in the time change, 3 hours earlier than I was getting up last week).
Between this, the pregnancy insomnia, and the sleepless baby nights that are coming soon, I'm afraid I'm never going to feel awake again.
A buyer (who I've met before) set up an audit with me today, which is fine, but he said that he was looking forward to "finally meeting me in person." He also called me bud. Which means he 1. Doesn't remember me, and 2. Assumed I was a man based on my first name. Thanks.
So apparently in the state of Florida you have to wait a year from the revocation date to apply for a hardship license. I am praying with every fiber of my being that the lawyer we hired can get this thrown out based on the technicality that he didn't know his license was revoked because we were in temporary housing and had no address to change his license to when he got it reinstated. (Which is true. We were staying with friends, and didn't have anything to update.) However, we won't know for a couple of months at least.
I told my mom and her response was that they will make sure I get to the hospital and he will have to find some way to get there on his own. Um wtf mom. First of all, I WILL have a meltdown going to the hospital without him there because I need him there. Not you, him. Second of all, when your daughter calls you bawling her eyes out, it may not be the best time to tell her how inconvenient all this is going to be for you. Should I just cross my legs until a Thursday or every other Sunday so I can ensure fiancé will be home and I don't have to worry about you choosing what you want over what I know I'm going to need?
I just want this whole mess to be over with. I'm so freaking stressed out now because of his irresponsibility over the past few years. I'm pissed. I'm hurt. And now I'm scared because my family is just going to do whatever they want instead of what I need. I'm going shopping. Fuck this.
Got another. My mom needs to stop providing her opinion on the stuff we buy. Yes it might not be a "necessity" but we DH and I have stressful jobs and we want to to get things that will make it easier on us in certain ways. Why can't she just say "oh that's cool".
My BFM goes out to DH's mother and grandmother. MIL was almost 90 minutes late to my baby shower this weekend and only stayed for about 30 minutes. Grandmother (GIL??) couldn't come because her cat was throwing up. Seriously? They are DH's only family on that side, and they can't bother to make their only son/grandson's first born son's shower a priority. We shouldn't be surprised based on their lack of motherly instinct and selfishness throughout DH's entire life. (MIL didn't raise him - let my FIL have custody of him when DH was only 2.) I honestly didn't care that GIL didn't come and MIL was late, because I don't like them very much anyways.. BUT DH was incredibly upset, and that's the part that makes me mad.
BFM goes out to DH's aunt. If I hear "Well, it could still be a boy" or "Maybe next time you'll get it right" ONE MORE TIME, I swear to God I'm going to punch you in the face and never let you see my kid. Just because she doesn't have a penis doesn't mean there is something wrong with her. I've made it almost 28 years with no penis, and I am perfectly fine. LO had her legs spread WIDE open during our A/S and it was quite obvious even to me that she was in fact a she. Just because you look like a man (seriously, put a wig on FIL and they could be twins), doesn't mean that boys are "better".
And this is why I avoid DH's family functions as often as possible.
BFM goes out to DH's aunt. If I hear "Well, it could still be a boy" or "Maybe next time you'll get it right" ONE MORE TIME, I swear to God I'm going to punch you in the face and never let you see my kid. Just because she doesn't have a penis doesn't mean there is something wrong with her. I've made it almost 28 years with no penis, and I am perfectly fine. LO had her legs spread WIDE open during our A/S and it was quite obvious even to me that she was in fact a she. Just because you look like a man (seriously, put a wig on FIL and they could be twins), doesn't mean that boys are "better".
And this is why I avoid DH's family functions as often as possible.
DH and my dad wanted a girl. We got the DNA testing done early on and found out we are having a boy (just what I wanted and already had a feeling). They both kept saying there was still a 1% chance of a girl. Haha yeah...maybe next.
Near tears after a super wack day at work, I left to pick up my kids and go wallow at home in peace. But no, I'm stuck in traffic from a closed road detour that could have easily been avoided if the cops had closed the road a block earlier. I'm convinced no one is using their brain today.
My cravings are INSANE and I can't wait to have this baby so I can indulge in all things SALTY and all things SWEET.
I am seriously struggling.
Cooking with Mrs. Dash just pisses me off.
DH continues to eat "regular" food which pisses me off even more. I cried while he ate his Sonny's takeout meal yesterday.
I put myself on a low-sodium diet in hopes of reducing some swelling, which makes my fingers and toes feel arthritic (I can't even hold a pen for more than a couple of minutes at a time) and I can't wait to eat whatever I want...for like a day, because after that I'm focusing on getting my body back.
My heart goes out to those who have to restrict their dietary choices during pregnancy. My food cravings make feel like a maniac. I succumb to all my food fixations.
BFM goes to the local hospital. This hospital is only 5 minutes from my house and I only go there if it's an emergency because it just sucks. The hospital that I usually go to is 45 minutes away, but worth the drive. Well, last August, but daughter had an accident and was having trouble breathing and I didn't want to risk the 45 minute drive, so we went to the local hospital. My insurance covered all of that visit (CT included) except for the $250 copay. I got a bill from that hospital today, 7 months later, stating that I owe them $2,500. Yesterday, I received a bill from my sons ER trip stating I owe them $750 for his visit from November. Again, insurance paid all and I only have the copay for him. The damn hospital is balance billing me and now I get to turn this over to a lawyer to get them to stop charging me more than they can. Seriously, people, cross reference every bill you get with your explanation of benefits your insurance sends you.
As for the good hospital, I got my bill for my late night trip from last month. $1,000. That I know is accurate. On the plus side, guess that only leaves $1,500 to reach my deductible for the year. Still sucks….
Second BFM: my husband puts a 30-pound case of bottled water on the carseat base. I don't think that's a good idea but I also don't grab hot pizza off the pan when there are spatulas a foot away from me either.
I'm so done with this Monday and day light savings and being extra tired. I'm in a bubble bath drinking a large lime Rickey right now and I give ZERO shits about anything.
Re: BFM 3/14
Speaking of wine, I sent DH this photo telling him this would be me in June (a total joke)...I have now gotten a ration of shit about how bad that will be for LO and her nursing. No shit......I would never do anything to harm her, I just would like a glass of wine on a summer evening. And after not drinking for a year, a half a glass would be more than enough...he has sent me 4 Mayo Clinic articles and a bunch of other stuff about the dangers. UGH. Mama just wants a glass of wine right after nursing so it can process out of my system. Plus, having expressed milk stashed away just in case. Quit busting my bubble and just let me dream.
My BFM: our 0900 appointment let us know shortly after 0800 that he would be late for his appointment. Um, what? You have an entire hour and the day off of work. Our scheduled is crammed and you're now going to delay the nine patients after you and ensure that we don't get lunch. How freaking hard is it to be responsible enough to be on time for shit that YOU scheduled?
1) I just found out I am responsible for coordinating our international team visit. They arrive today. I didn't know they were coming until last week and was told our presidents EA would be taking care of the visit. Now I am scrambling to find conference rooms and lunch. I don't do emergencies well.
2) DH blew through all out data already. We are half way through the month WTF.
So here's my first BFM of the day: I live next to a retirement community which I have to drive through twice daily to pick up and drop off fiancé at work. What I HATE about this drive is all the old fucks who get off on going under the speed limit, by at least 5mph in BOTH lanes. Like I get it. You're old, retired, enjoy driving, don't have anywhere to go at a certain time, w/e.... Use the right lane, and don't congest traffic like assholes. And my generation is supposed to be the entitled one?
Many drivers in general bother me; not knowing the rules for merging, 4-way stops, or roundabouts are always at the top of my list, BUT lately it's the drivers around pick up / drop off for bussing to school.
PEOPLE, if the bus has their red lights flashing / STOP sign displayed you HAVE to stop in BOTH directions of traffic. This is not optional. There is ZERO part of you or your day that is more important than letting kids get safely on / off the bus.
Every morning I see people going around every bus that is stopped with lights on and the STOP sign out.
They can, and do! This morning I saw 3 cars go around a bus at once, I don't know if the driver had time to get all of the information though.
I treated myself to coffee on the way home as a reward for not making him drive home from work (5 minute drive) to pick us up
I've done comparatively well throughout pregnancy functioning in the mornings, probably because I'm so used to being so tired. When we fell back in October, and I felt like a goddamn CHAMPION for weeks, because the whole world was starting just a little bit closer to my preferred start time. But this whole spring forward thing... not only could I not convince my brain to fall asleep an hour earlier than usual last night, I also couldn't get it to wake up this morning for ANYTHING. Icing on the cake: husband had a doctor's appointment, so his alarm went off and woke me up at 5:00 (two and a half hours before I usually crawl out of bed, and, when you figure in the time change, 3 hours earlier than I was getting up last week).
Between this, the pregnancy insomnia, and the sleepless baby nights that are coming soon, I'm afraid I'm never going to feel awake again.
I told my mom and her response was that they will make sure I get to the hospital and he will have to find some way to get there on his own. Um wtf mom. First of all, I WILL have a meltdown going to the hospital without him there because I need him there. Not you, him. Second of all, when your daughter calls you bawling her eyes out, it may not be the best time to tell her how inconvenient all this is going to be for you. Should I just cross my legs until a Thursday or every other Sunday so I can ensure fiancé will be home and I don't have to worry about you choosing what you want over what I know I'm going to need?
I just want this whole mess to be over with. I'm so freaking stressed out now because of his irresponsibility over the past few years. I'm pissed. I'm hurt. And now I'm scared because my family is just going to do whatever they want instead of what I need. I'm going shopping. Fuck this.
And this is why I avoid DH's family functions as often as possible.
This high BP stuff is getting really old.
My cravings are INSANE and I can't wait to have this baby so I can indulge in all things SALTY and all things SWEET.
I am seriously struggling.
Cooking with Mrs. Dash just pisses me off.
DH continues to eat "regular" food which pisses me off even more. I cried while he ate his Sonny's takeout meal yesterday.
As for the good hospital, I got my bill for my late night trip from last month. $1,000. That I know is accurate. On the plus side, guess that only leaves $1,500 to reach my deductible for the year. Still sucks….