TP to people who think I should bring my 3 week old infant out to visit them. A cousin keeps saying I need to bring LO up to her work so she can meet him. Not gonna happen! We live in the same small town, if you want to see LO, you can stop by my house. It's a lot if work to get LO and myself ready to leave the house, and I don't want him around too many people right now, everyday I get more paranoid about germs and him catching a cold or something. My mom wants me to bring him to her work too so she can show him off to her coworkers. I understand her excitement, but I told her I'm not comfortable doing that for the germs reason, and she was all like he will be okay. No, that's my decision to make, and as his mommy its my job to protect him and his little immune system is not strong enough right now. Why can't people understand that? He is only 3 weeks old! A cold could put him in the hospital, or worse. It just frustrates me! I want to keep him away from the world right now, can't I just tell everyone to stay away till he's 5????
TP to my effing body. I am having a hard time draining fluids from my body since the C Section and it's collecting in my lungs making it hard to breathe. Then I was given some lasix to make me go and empty fluids and I had a horrible reaction to it. So now I'm waiting to see the doctor and my legs are starting to collect fluids again.
TP to my C-section incision. I've had basically no pain since the first week PP. Today is 3 weeks PP and my incision is soooo painful. I haven't been doing any lifting or anything so I have no idea why it hurts and I can't get a hold of my doctor's office to be seen about it. Ugh. Do not want to go to urgent care over this.
TP to all the strangers who feel compelled to comment on my pregnancy, as well as all the people I know who keep guessing when exactly I'll have this baby (the guess is always "tomorrow," and they haven't been correct yet). All y'all can just shut up, thanks.
TP also to my doctor's appointment pushing my appointment back from this morning until Monday, which means that instead of a slim chance that I'd have gone into the weekend with an induction date to look forward to, there's zero chance.
TP to my fetus, who I suspect is attempting to claw her way through my cervix today, but who is doing so without actually putting me into labor. UR DOIN IT RONG.
TP to the coworker whose wife just had their baby, and who just sent pictures of said baby that I refuse to look at because it's not fair, I want one. TP to their baby for coming earlier than mine, and to his wife for getting to be unpregnant before me.
... I think it might be easier to list the people whose throats I don't want to punch, actually.
TP to myself. I thought my bleeding had pretty much stopped so I did a ton of housework including carting large loads of laundry up and down stairs. Of course now I'm bleeding a bunch again. I should know better
TP to my SO. He comes home from work, woke up baby because he wanted to hold her and when she is fussy and he can't get her back to sleep he has the nerve to say, "Every time you make a noise you're waking her up."....um...I was cooking your fucking dinner asshole!
TP to clogged ducts. I've been massaging this rock out of my tit for 2 and a half days. No mastitis, thank goodness, but still. It's basically like sticking a white hot needle in my boob every time he nurses. Plus he's a hungry hippo and eats every 90 minutes like clockwork.
TP to my weird hormones. I think I cried maybe twice during my entire pregnancy. Now I'm crying like 5x a day! I cry because I love my baby so much, I cry because he will get bigger one day, and because he is probably my only baby and I want every moment to last forever... I cry because I love my husband and he inspires me so much. I am just this sappy overwhelmed mess. Those are the good tears. Then the bad tears... I cried because I burned lunch. I cry because I work for myself so I really worked up until the day I had him, then while in the hospital and the moment I came home and there's no relief. I cry because when my husband goes back to work next Tuesday I'll be alone and I'm SO scared.
The flood of weepy hormones has me completely freaked out. I don't feel depressed, I don't think it's post-partum or anything of that nature... I'm just a sobby mess.
@NOLA520 Ouch! Here I've been rooting for the Pens in the East just for you, and you turn around and stab me in the back! We're not eliminated yet, woman.
I'd stick you on my TP list, but I think I can be the bigger person here. After all, I've got 3 cups in the past 5 years to console me.
@NOLA520 Ouch! Here I've been rooting for the Pens in the East just for you, and you turn around and stab me in the back! We're not eliminated yet, woman.
I'd stick you on my TP list, but I think I can be the bigger person here. After all, I've got 3 cups in the past 5 years to console me.
Looks like y'all get another 20 minutes to make things happen!
(But really, I like the Blues. Especially Bortuzzo. Even though they beat the Pens at the first game I ever went to.)
(Also, who can help but to root for the Pens, really? Heathens, that's who.)
Make that another 60 at the United Center on Saturday.
I can understand not loving the Hawks (and some of the individual Hawks in particular... looking at you, Kane), but actually liking the Blues?! Those goons?! Here's where I have to question your sanity.
TP to having freaking hemorrhoids! At least I think that's what this uncomfortable, non stop itching is. It's driving me insane and has been the worst part of PP so far.
@Missingchampagne Hugs! I also experienced post-delivery crying daily for a week or two with DD1 (and nada during pregnancy). It definitely gets better as your body returns to normal. But I do hope there is someone who can help after your husband goes back to work!
Re: TP Thursday
It's a boy! Grow baby, grow! EDD: 4/22/2016
TP also to my doctor's appointment pushing my appointment back from this morning until Monday, which means that instead of a slim chance that I'd have gone into the weekend with an induction date to look forward to, there's zero chance.
TP to my fetus, who I suspect is attempting to claw her way through my cervix today, but who is doing so without actually putting me into labor. UR DOIN IT RONG.
TP to the coworker whose wife just had their baby, and who just sent pictures of said baby that I refuse to look at because it's not fair, I want one. TP to their baby for coming earlier than mine, and to his wife for getting to be unpregnant before me.
... I think it might be easier to list the people whose throats I don't want to punch, actually.
The flood of weepy hormones has me completely freaked out. I don't feel depressed, I don't think it's post-partum or anything of that nature... I'm just a sobby mess.
I'd stick you on my TP list, but I think I can be the bigger person here. After all, I've got 3 cups in the past 5 years to console me.
Make that another 60 at the United Center on Saturday.
I can understand not loving the Hawks (and some of the individual Hawks in particular... looking at you, Kane), but actually liking the Blues?! Those goons?! Here's where I have to question your sanity.