I came home on Friday to find a surprise on the front porch! Go look at it! 🙂
Why is it that I am not allowed to say I am uncomfortable or that I hurt? I have a bruise on my belly that hurts worse than any other bruise I’ve ever had in my entire time on this Earth. I think it hurts so bad because my uterus is now pushing on it from the inside and my waistband pushes on it from the outside and my muscles just get so tired by the end of the day. Someone asks me, “so how are you feeling?” And I say, “honestly I’m not feeling great. this bruise on my belly hurts and my hips hurt something awful.” This person responds with, ” Well, didn’t you want to get pregnant? Didn’t you actually physically seek getting pregnant?” I respond, ” yes I did.” She answers, “then you shouldn’t complain.”
WTF? Why is it that every other pregnant woman on this planet is allowed to “complain” but because I struggled to get pregnant and took a little clomid I’m supposed to be some damn friggin’ saint who doesn’t mouth a complaint. I am SO happy to be pregnant and I LOVE every minute of this somewhat hellish pregnancy I’ve had. ( We do remember that unlike the average pregnant woman I lost 22 pounds, puked every day multiple times for over 12 weeks, battled a stomach flu and kidney stones, and was admitted to the hospital for dehydration, right? OH and lets not forget being hit by a 300lb motorized cart directly in the belly.) SO yeah, I love being pregnant, I tried to get pregnant but it’s taking its toll. The average pregnant woman isn’t spending 8+ hours on her feet constantly pushing, pulling, and lifting fat asses off of surgery tables (sorry I really am a compassionate person. ) 🙁
I am at the point where I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever and I feel like I have forever left. OH and at what point do I go from being pregnant to “that pregnant.” To the MALE anesthisiologist who made me run for a lightwand, “SCREW YOU JERK!” The story behind that is: we put this patient on the table and he put him to sleep then decides he wants a light wand ( an instrument that is a long thin stick of sorts with a light on the end of it. They use it during difficult intubations to shine a light directly in the throat then thread the tube in the throat.) So anyways, he realizes he has no lightwand in the room (gee, think you should have thought ahead?) then looks at me and says “run and get me a lightwand from the anes. work room. And I do mean run because he is out completely.” Okay so me and my belly and almost 3lb baby go running down to the work room (on the other side of surgery) then run back with the lightwand and obviously when I get back I’m huffing and puffing (did I mention there are feet or arms in my ribs?) and joke with the nurse saying something like, ” I don’t think pregnant women are meant to run like that. heh.” He responds, ” well you are not THAT pregnant.” Excuse me? Let me have you run your ass off all day long after not sleeping the night before. I’ll pump you full of hormones then shove a 3lb baby up you with placenta and amniotic fluid etc etc etc and see how well you run and how you like it. Ugh.
I don’t like being like this. And the hostility makes me even more hostile if that makes sense. I just want compassion from other people. I’m gosh darn tired, why won’t anyone acknowledge that? I know of people who aren’t working who are pregnant and say they are tired and people go, “oh I’m sorry you must be.” But if I say I’m tired (after having worked a shift) they respond with something like, ” well you wanted this.” or ” you made your bed, now lie in it.” Jerks. I’m sick of it.
Oh and thanks for all of you who said you read. I’ll try and be comical and bright and funny and witty. Operative word= try since I don’t think I achieve that now. Heh. I’ll be happier tomorrow. I’m spending an entire day with my Prince Charming. He is going with me to the hospital to do the GTT and then we are going to see the Matrix Revolutions. (we opted to not do it tonight and see a cheaper matinee tomorrow.) I’m also going to clean and relax. I need it.
Sorry for lack of updates. I’ve been having a few sickly days combined with losing all of my energy and having feet poking into my ribs. I had a doctor appointment yesterday. I’ve gained 3.5 pounds bringing me up to 9.5 pounds total weight gain. Fundal height is almost 29! Maybe this baby will be ready to come early, or maybe she just has long legs. Heartbeat was 136 bpm ( I think she was asleep) and I start two week appointments now! My next one is 11/17 and the one after that will be 12/1! December! Wow!
It’s freaking hot around here. Yesterday it was in the eighties which is just bazaar. I’m off to work. Tomorrow we are going to see the premiere of “Matrix Revolutions” after work and then we both have Thursday off. Yeehaw. I am doing the GTT on Thursday and having my blood drawn to check for anemia. I’ll try harder to update more often. ** I hear the snickering laughs.** Just so tired.
Oh, we painted our bedroom this weekend. We are also getting rid of all of the “crap” furniture we have. Ya know, stuff you got in college that was a piece of junk, but hey it was furniture. It’s time to move into being “real” adults. Heh. Whatever that means. I’ll try and post a picture though Erich took the camera to work.
I’ve been on a mission to get the kitchen “ready for winter” and I’ve been frantically cooking to get rid of all the crap in the pantry. I’ve also wanted to make more meals on the weekend so we can take for our lunches during the week and not eat cold sandwiches everyday.
I started out Sunday and invited my grandparents over for breakfast (they will eat anything) and served them pancakes and oatmeal. 🙂 For lunch I made 3lbs of sloppy joe (so E can reheat and make sandwiches for dinner the remainder of the week) and I also made sour cream potatoes, peas, green beans, and corn. All of the vegetables came from little packages in the freezer that were never enough to make for both of us, so just got shoved to the back. I also put pot roast, carrots, and potatoes in the crock pot and let it cook all day on Sunday. For dinner Sunday, I made baked spaghetti and garlic bread. I also made two loaves of cinnamon bread. I’m thinking I’ll make another loaf tonight and put applesauce in it to make apple-cinnamon bread. 🙂 I also have some chicken thawed in the fridge and some shake and bake bbq glaze that I think I’ll cook for E tonight and put in the fridge for leftovers. And I have biscuits to make Monkey Bread. I’ll make that tonight so we can eat it during “Good Morning Miami.” So am I a cooking fool or what? 🙂
Well, Friday evening I went after my job to babysit. I was extremely tired and was yawning when I put the little boys pajamas on him. He is about 3 and adores Erich so he says to me:
“Suzanne, when you go home I want you to promise me that you and Erich will take a nap.”
Him: “Is the baby in your tummy sleeping?”
Me: “Yes she is I believe.”
**pauses and thinks for a minute**
Him: “Is there a bed in there?”
Me: (holding back laughter) “No, not a bed. She is sleeping in a warm bubble of water.”
Him: “oh. when is she coming out again?”
Me: “remember how we talked about how she would come after xmas and santa claus?”
Him: “yeah.” **pauses** ” Will she still be in the water?” 🙂
I’ve been awful about posting. Sorry! 🙂 I’m tired and not sleeping well at night. Plus I feel like I’m doing even more nesting and trying to stay sane enough that I can keep my job at least through the end of December. The money is way to nice right now. The word is that they are looking at the people who occupy my type of job and seeing who they can eliminate. Jerks.
Erich is going to give blood tomorrow for the triplets. They will need it next week and then they are planning on taking all three home the first week of November. I volunteered to stay a night or two sometime in November to help with nighttime feedings and such, but to be honest I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it. I’m so tired and seem to be getting rounder by the day! So keep Erich in your thoughts, he hates needles and blood (I know the delivery might be quite entertaining) but he is braving it just for the boys. 🙂 Isn’t he sweet? I’d give except they want O type blood ( I have A+) and they wouldn’t take it from me cause I’m pregnant.
Speaking of pregnant, there are only 98 days until my due date! Everyone at work says Jan 15 and the guy I work with who never gets gender wrong says girl. So we’ll see. I have to go back to work, my break is over. I’ll try and write more but busy weekend. Tonight I’m babysitting after work (12 hour day at least! Yipes!) then we go tomorrow to give the blood and then babysit in the evening, and then Sunday I’m going to clean like a mad woman. I’m tired just typing it! Have a great weekend.
My mom just ordered my diaper package from Earthbaby.com. Yay! One less expense for me. The next big expense I anticipate is the co-sleeper. 🙂 She is giving me the diapers for my baby shower which is November 22. You are all invited though I doubt you would be able to make it to the midwest. 🙁 I have my registry started and there is a ton of stuff on there. Erich put a lot of stuff on there too. I can’t help but think that there is something missing from it. Boo. I also have a small registry at Pottery Barn Kids.
It’s one of those days. I just don’t want to be anywhere…