I hate doctors. This is no secret, as I rarely visit them unless I have a huge problem.
Yesterday, I was at work and started having sharp, stabbing lower abdominal pain. I asked a few pregnant women and a mom if that was normal. OMG... the only thing worse than a paranoid pregnant woman is OTHER pregnant women or women who have been pregnant. By the end of my shift, I was convinced that it was something horrible that would ultimately result in miscarriage.
I went to the Emergency Room.
My Husband called into work, which was fine because they were all told to stay home due to weather issues anyway, so that he could take me to the Emergency Room at 10pm. I was cranky and in pain and it was taking a long time. Once we got back there, they started checking me out to see what was going on. Then the doc comes in. We clashed immediately.
After lecturing me and damn near calling me a liar, he decided that it was round ligament pain and that I would live.
Note: I also had a fever. I'm usually around 96.4 and I was at 99. I had a fever. They ignored this.
I was really glad that everything was fine. Kind of pissed that the doc was talking down to me and just generally being an ass, but I was alright.
On the way to the car, My Husband goes "You know he's right, you need to quit smoking."
I was tired, hormonal, in pain, and just generally pissed off about the doc... This sent me into a horrible spiral of depression where I cried for the next 4 hours and wanted nothing more to do something incredibly stupid.
My husband could not figure out what was wrong and I started screaming about how it sucked to be reminded, hourly, that you are a failure as a human and will be a terrible mother to your horribly disfigured, uneducated, mentally inept, asthmatic child.
You are welcome to be an asshole when I'm normal, but when I'm pregnant, don't criticize or judge me. I almost drank a bottle of Woolite to save my baby from the horrors of being born with me as a mother, so now is really not the time to shame me into being a better person.
After My Husband finally started talking to me again, I told him how I was feeling. He a concerned, of course, because I could have done something terrible. I know that I wouldn't have, but the fact that the thought even entered my mind was enough to make him worry.
I really want to talk to my doc about it, but I'm afraid that she will force me to take anti-depressants. I'm not much of a medicine taker, and I'm afraid that anti-depressants would screw up my baby.. you know, more than it already is.
Anyway, my work is really pushing me to get my FMLA paperwork turned in so they won't have to fire me for freaking out and leaving work to make sure my fetus is still in there.
Well, my real doctor's office, not the E.R. jackass, says that they don't want to do the paperwork until later. I made it very clear that if I have to call in for any reason, or miss a few hours because I threw up on myself and had to go change clothes, I will lose my fucking job.
What kind of bullshit is this? Up until November, I had three months of perfect attendance. Three months. Since then, I have missed the equivalent of 6 days of work for various things.
My job gave me time off today to rest up and get the FMLA shit taken care of... now I have to go in tomorrow and say "Sorry, they won't fill the paperwork out.".
Now, according to FMLA, you can take your 12 weeks at any time during your pregnancy. Why does my doctor not agree? I'm in jeopardy of losing my freaking job, and the clinic just says "We don't do that until later. It's too early for the paperwork.".
I know that things aren't a big deal to them because it isn't their body or their life that they are screwing with, but I don't want to get fired for attendence problems because I got pregnant. I honestly thought that you were covered under FMLA whether there was paperwork or not and that you only needed the paperwork for maternity leave. Apparently my job feels very differently.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Self control? What's that?
Lately, I have been too ill to take my prenatal vitamins. Yes, I know what a terrible person I am, and I realize that my baby is now going to be born with a tail, but I couldn't help it.
When I don't take my vitamin, my cravings are so much more healthy! Last night, I was craving grapes (hardcore) and assorted other fruits, along with juice and milk.
I also ate an entire can of bean dip.
It was an act of war. Nothing was left, not even in the crevices. Now, I know what you're thinking. I did not eat said can of bean dip in one sitting, that would have been insane. I spread it out over several hours. Part of me was stress eating, part of me is 3 months pregnant... do not judge me!
Today, I was able to take my vitamin. What have I eaten, you ask? ( and if you didn't, I asked for you...)
So far, I have had a ham and cheddar hot pocket and half a box of Tomato & Basil Wheat Thins. They taste like the old Keebler pizza crackers, so I love them. A little too much.
The only real downside is that I'm now getting horrible gas from the combination of foods that I've been devouring at an alarming rate. Last night, we were at the grocery store... I was going to say something to My Husband... I opened my mouth, and instead of words, out came this colossal burp. At the end of the aisle, a couple looked at me in horror. My face turned bright red and I apologized while My Husband stood there laughing. Then I realized, I could have blamed it on him and no one would have ever known.
Anyway, my point was that taking vitamins, while giving your body many of the things it needs most, also kind of encourages poor eating habits. Basically, you can take a vitamin and eat some cardboard, and your body has no idea. Since you're actually getting the vitamins you need, you won't crave the foods that can provide them. It's a vicious circle and I'm starting to think that it's a government conspiracy-- just another way that The Man keeps us down.
Wait, aren't I The Man? How does that work? I'm confused... Oh look! Wheat Thins!
When I don't take my vitamin, my cravings are so much more healthy! Last night, I was craving grapes (hardcore) and assorted other fruits, along with juice and milk.
I also ate an entire can of bean dip.
It was an act of war. Nothing was left, not even in the crevices. Now, I know what you're thinking. I did not eat said can of bean dip in one sitting, that would have been insane. I spread it out over several hours. Part of me was stress eating, part of me is 3 months pregnant... do not judge me!
Today, I was able to take my vitamin. What have I eaten, you ask? ( and if you didn't, I asked for you...)
So far, I have had a ham and cheddar hot pocket and half a box of Tomato & Basil Wheat Thins. They taste like the old Keebler pizza crackers, so I love them. A little too much.
The only real downside is that I'm now getting horrible gas from the combination of foods that I've been devouring at an alarming rate. Last night, we were at the grocery store... I was going to say something to My Husband... I opened my mouth, and instead of words, out came this colossal burp. At the end of the aisle, a couple looked at me in horror. My face turned bright red and I apologized while My Husband stood there laughing. Then I realized, I could have blamed it on him and no one would have ever known.
Anyway, my point was that taking vitamins, while giving your body many of the things it needs most, also kind of encourages poor eating habits. Basically, you can take a vitamin and eat some cardboard, and your body has no idea. Since you're actually getting the vitamins you need, you won't crave the foods that can provide them. It's a vicious circle and I'm starting to think that it's a government conspiracy-- just another way that The Man keeps us down.
Wait, aren't I The Man? How does that work? I'm confused... Oh look! Wheat Thins!
Monday, January 5, 2009
Really? You couldn't wait?
A little while ago, my doctor's office called to give me the results of my pap smear. It came back abnormal because, apparently, I have HPV.
For those of you who have been completely oblivious to the women's health commercials, that means that I have an untreatable STI that, at best case, means that my cells are abnormal-- worst case? I have cervical cancer.
That's right, cancer. Not lung cancer from the years of smoking, but hooha cancer.
The best part? I can transmit this to my baby if it is born vaginally. Most of the time, nothing happens. But in a few cases, the baby is born with respiratory papillomatosis, which means that it could have lesions on it's vocal cords causing respiratory issues. Until we know which type of HPV I have, we won't know exactly what to expect. The biggest downside is that they can't get any further information until after the baby is born.
I will have to have a pap smear every 6 months, and they are going to a few tests to see if I have the cancerous version. In August or September. That means that... until then... I get to worry about the safety of my baby and my cervix. Fun!
Most women do not have any symptoms and HPV can only be found when doing a pap smear and checking for cervical cancer. I seriously urge everyone to get checked, even if you have already done so. I have been tested repeatedly over the last few years and this is the first time HPV has shown up. The doctor said that it can lay dormant and then just pop up out of nowhere
They think that it was triggered by my pregnancy, which is good because now I know to get more tests.
Now I get to go to my dentist and have a crown put on. What else is going to suprise me before the baby is born?
For those of you who have been completely oblivious to the women's health commercials, that means that I have an untreatable STI that, at best case, means that my cells are abnormal-- worst case? I have cervical cancer.
That's right, cancer. Not lung cancer from the years of smoking, but hooha cancer.
The best part? I can transmit this to my baby if it is born vaginally. Most of the time, nothing happens. But in a few cases, the baby is born with respiratory papillomatosis, which means that it could have lesions on it's vocal cords causing respiratory issues. Until we know which type of HPV I have, we won't know exactly what to expect. The biggest downside is that they can't get any further information until after the baby is born.
I will have to have a pap smear every 6 months, and they are going to a few tests to see if I have the cancerous version. In August or September. That means that... until then... I get to worry about the safety of my baby and my cervix. Fun!
Most women do not have any symptoms and HPV can only be found when doing a pap smear and checking for cervical cancer. I seriously urge everyone to get checked, even if you have already done so. I have been tested repeatedly over the last few years and this is the first time HPV has shown up. The doctor said that it can lay dormant and then just pop up out of nowhere
They think that it was triggered by my pregnancy, which is good because now I know to get more tests.
Now I get to go to my dentist and have a crown put on. What else is going to suprise me before the baby is born?
whoopsie
Apparently several of my posts have somehow not made it to the blog. I'm not really sure what happened, but I hope that it's been fixed.
Pregnancy is supposed to be a beautiful and miraculous thing-- a time for joy and appreciation of the amazing journey that lies ahead.
Well, sometimes it's not near as magical as it should be. I am super excited to be a mom, but right now everything is pissing me off. Currently I am sick of the following:
My Job
Noisy People
Our Upstairs and Downstairs Neighbors
Our Roommate Not Paying Rent on Time
My Lack of Higher Education
Living in an Apartment
My Root Canal
The Second Root Canal That Needs to be Done
The Apartment Being a Mess
Our Cat
Our Apartment Complex
Appointments
Smoking (side note: The doc has advised that I do not quit just yet, so don't judge me. I don't want 20 emails about how smoking is bad for my fetus)
Nothing Good on T.V.
Bills
Money in General
Traffic
Helpless People
Other People's Children
I know it doesn't seem like it, but that's actually a pretty short list considering that I'm angry 80% of my day.
I love the company I work for, but I seriously hate my job. Well, I like parts of my job, but any time I have to answer the phones and deal with people who seem completely helpless, it just pisses me off to the point that I can't even want to help them.
Right now, I do not plan to go back to work once the baby is born. I know that we will have to make a lot of lifestyle changes if this is going to happen, and I'm not sure how well we will be able to cope with it.
My biggest concern is getting the rest of our bills paid off before July. I have no idea how this is going to work. It has to... and I have to get a lot of money into our savings account, but I really don''t know where it' going to come from.
I hate to cut this short, but I just got a call from the clinic with some very scary news about my pap smear.
After I calm down and do a little research, I'll get back to you with the result.
For now, stare a my baby and my engorged uterus!
Pregnancy is supposed to be a beautiful and miraculous thing-- a time for joy and appreciation of the amazing journey that lies ahead.
Well, sometimes it's not near as magical as it should be. I am super excited to be a mom, but right now everything is pissing me off. Currently I am sick of the following:
My Job
Noisy People
Our Upstairs and Downstairs Neighbors
Our Roommate Not Paying Rent on Time
My Lack of Higher Education
Living in an Apartment
My Root Canal
The Second Root Canal That Needs to be Done
The Apartment Being a Mess
Our Cat
Our Apartment Complex
Appointments
Smoking (side note: The doc has advised that I do not quit just yet, so don't judge me. I don't want 20 emails about how smoking is bad for my fetus)
Nothing Good on T.V.
Bills
Money in General
Traffic
Helpless People
Other People's Children
I know it doesn't seem like it, but that's actually a pretty short list considering that I'm angry 80% of my day.
I love the company I work for, but I seriously hate my job. Well, I like parts of my job, but any time I have to answer the phones and deal with people who seem completely helpless, it just pisses me off to the point that I can't even want to help them.
Right now, I do not plan to go back to work once the baby is born. I know that we will have to make a lot of lifestyle changes if this is going to happen, and I'm not sure how well we will be able to cope with it.
My biggest concern is getting the rest of our bills paid off before July. I have no idea how this is going to work. It has to... and I have to get a lot of money into our savings account, but I really don''t know where it' going to come from.
I hate to cut this short, but I just got a call from the clinic with some very scary news about my pap smear.
After I calm down and do a little research, I'll get back to you with the result.
For now, stare a my baby and my engorged uterus!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Root canal, baby!
So, a while back I discovered that I had a cavity. Shortly thereafter, I discovered a second cavity! I'm not one of those people that go to the doctor very often, and I haven't been to a dentist in years. In fact, I was 9 the last time I saw a dentist and 19 or 20 when I last saw an orthodontist (not for a checkup.. just to get my braces off.)
After waiting as long as I felt that I could, I finally made a dental appointment. When I got there, they asked if I had a note from my baby doc saying that it was alright for them to treat me. I didn't because I didn't know that you had to have one.
After about an hour, we got approval for my doc and they did some xrays. Everyone in the dental office is pregnant, including my dentist, and so we all chatted about babies and pregnancy while they took a look to see what we needed to do.
My dentist came back in with a small model of a tooth with a cavity. She said that if it had been shallow, they could have just filled it. She then went on to explain that since I had been so stubborn and waited, that I would need to have root canals. Not just one, oh no, two.
Since I had requested the day off, they said that they could do one of them today. My baby doc only approved a few medications, so the type of novi cane they had to use was very weak and did not last long. She ended up having to give me 5 or 6 shots of it.
The root canal itself wasn't that bad, but about 30 minutes before they were done I had a very strong urge to pee. Since I wasn't expecting to be there long, I drank a lot of water beforehand. Most liquids willl stick with me for a little while, but water is not one of them. I sat there trying to be as still as possible, wiggling my toes and adjusting my legs to keep from peeing all over myself and the nice, clean, sanitary office.
Once they were finally done, I hopped up and ran to the bathroom. The nurses all laughed.
Then the showed me how much this thing is going to cost.
This visit was fairy inexpensive- only $170. The next one will be about half the cost of our brand new 40 inch 10180p Samsung LCD television.
By the time we are done with both, it will cost more than our TV. Even with the calibration, installation, and extended warranty.
Yeah.
So... right now, I'm all hopped up on baby approved medication and I think it's probably time to put the computer down before I start doing things that I won't remember.
I wish you all a wonderful evening, be glad that your christmas doesn't include root canals!
After waiting as long as I felt that I could, I finally made a dental appointment. When I got there, they asked if I had a note from my baby doc saying that it was alright for them to treat me. I didn't because I didn't know that you had to have one.
After about an hour, we got approval for my doc and they did some xrays. Everyone in the dental office is pregnant, including my dentist, and so we all chatted about babies and pregnancy while they took a look to see what we needed to do.
My dentist came back in with a small model of a tooth with a cavity. She said that if it had been shallow, they could have just filled it. She then went on to explain that since I had been so stubborn and waited, that I would need to have root canals. Not just one, oh no, two.
Since I had requested the day off, they said that they could do one of them today. My baby doc only approved a few medications, so the type of novi cane they had to use was very weak and did not last long. She ended up having to give me 5 or 6 shots of it.
The root canal itself wasn't that bad, but about 30 minutes before they were done I had a very strong urge to pee. Since I wasn't expecting to be there long, I drank a lot of water beforehand. Most liquids willl stick with me for a little while, but water is not one of them. I sat there trying to be as still as possible, wiggling my toes and adjusting my legs to keep from peeing all over myself and the nice, clean, sanitary office.
Once they were finally done, I hopped up and ran to the bathroom. The nurses all laughed.
Then the showed me how much this thing is going to cost.
This visit was fairy inexpensive- only $170. The next one will be about half the cost of our brand new 40 inch 10180p Samsung LCD television.
By the time we are done with both, it will cost more than our TV. Even with the calibration, installation, and extended warranty.
Yeah.
So... right now, I'm all hopped up on baby approved medication and I think it's probably time to put the computer down before I start doing things that I won't remember.
I wish you all a wonderful evening, be glad that your christmas doesn't include root canals!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
We got the turkey...
Every Thanksgiving the Air Force gives the enlisted airmen a box of food so that they can have an awesome Thanksgiving dinner. Typically, this box is delivered to your home on Monday or Tuesday so you have time to get everything else you need.
This year, they had the people in My Husband's squadron pick up their boxes. My Husband got his today... with the last turkey.
Our neighbor left his turkey in the freezer at work, assuming that it would be there when he was ready to get it. We aren't exactly sure what happened, but somehow his turkey disappeared. Since My Husband got the last turkey, our neighbor feels that it belongs to him instead.
Now, we had planned to have both families celebrate together and have one big dinner. Through a series of horrible events, none of us can stand him at the moment so we won't be doing that.
He wants the turkey.
I say, it's our turkey, in our fridge... screw him.
Since we love his wife, we're going to allow her and the children to have some of our turkey, along with whatever delicious sides we come up with.
Personally, this year, I'm incredibly thankful that I have a wonderful, loving husband... and that I'm not married to that asshole.
For weeks, his wife O has been craving an ice cream cake from Baskin Robins; one with blue icing and sunflowers. He has been taunting and teasing her, pretending that he bought it and then crushing her. He has made it very obvious that he does not care how is actions affect those around him, and I am very glad that he will not be joining us this Thanksgiving as I do not want to censor my snide remarks. That's alright, apparently he "Doesn't want to deal with my hormones" anyway.
That comment stemmed from one night when I told him how much of a jerk he was, expalined that he was hurting his wife with his stupidity, and then told him not to yell in my house when he started talking back.
Yesterday, My Husband and I took O to Baskin Robins to get her cake. Blue, with sunflowers, with the jerks favorite ice cream. I looked over at the girl who was taking our order, and asked "Will you write anything we want on the cake?" She, of course, said yes. I said it again, "I mean, ANYTHING?". She said that they got weird requests all the time.
No one was in the store, so we pushed further. "You mean, you will write anything we want. Anything at all?"
The cake, with beautiful blue icing and sunflowers, read as follows:
"Bought my own, Fucker!"
Whoever decorated that cake did an amazing job. "Bought my own" was on the top of the cake in beautiful red letters. "Fucker!" took up the entire side of the cake.
Once O sends me me a copy of the picture, I'll be sure to add it. You really don't understand how pretty this cake was.
Anyway, back to Thanksgiving.
This will be our second Thanksgiving away from our families, so it's up to us to make all of the yummy things we want. I really don't know if I'll be able to recreate my Mammaw's dressing, but I hope I can do a half decent job.
While stuffing our faces full of (hopefully) delicious turkey, we will remember all the things we are thankful for- Friends. family, free food, and a paid day of freedom.
Oh... one more thing.
It's our turkey, spunkstain. Hope you like your bowl of corn.
This year, they had the people in My Husband's squadron pick up their boxes. My Husband got his today... with the last turkey.
Our neighbor left his turkey in the freezer at work, assuming that it would be there when he was ready to get it. We aren't exactly sure what happened, but somehow his turkey disappeared. Since My Husband got the last turkey, our neighbor feels that it belongs to him instead.
Now, we had planned to have both families celebrate together and have one big dinner. Through a series of horrible events, none of us can stand him at the moment so we won't be doing that.
He wants the turkey.
I say, it's our turkey, in our fridge... screw him.
Since we love his wife, we're going to allow her and the children to have some of our turkey, along with whatever delicious sides we come up with.
Personally, this year, I'm incredibly thankful that I have a wonderful, loving husband... and that I'm not married to that asshole.
For weeks, his wife O has been craving an ice cream cake from Baskin Robins; one with blue icing and sunflowers. He has been taunting and teasing her, pretending that he bought it and then crushing her. He has made it very obvious that he does not care how is actions affect those around him, and I am very glad that he will not be joining us this Thanksgiving as I do not want to censor my snide remarks. That's alright, apparently he "Doesn't want to deal with my hormones" anyway.
That comment stemmed from one night when I told him how much of a jerk he was, expalined that he was hurting his wife with his stupidity, and then told him not to yell in my house when he started talking back.
Yesterday, My Husband and I took O to Baskin Robins to get her cake. Blue, with sunflowers, with the jerks favorite ice cream. I looked over at the girl who was taking our order, and asked "Will you write anything we want on the cake?" She, of course, said yes. I said it again, "I mean, ANYTHING?". She said that they got weird requests all the time.
No one was in the store, so we pushed further. "You mean, you will write anything we want. Anything at all?"
The cake, with beautiful blue icing and sunflowers, read as follows:
"Bought my own, Fucker!"
Whoever decorated that cake did an amazing job. "Bought my own" was on the top of the cake in beautiful red letters. "Fucker!" took up the entire side of the cake.
Once O sends me me a copy of the picture, I'll be sure to add it. You really don't understand how pretty this cake was.
Anyway, back to Thanksgiving.
This will be our second Thanksgiving away from our families, so it's up to us to make all of the yummy things we want. I really don't know if I'll be able to recreate my Mammaw's dressing, but I hope I can do a half decent job.
While stuffing our faces full of (hopefully) delicious turkey, we will remember all the things we are thankful for- Friends. family, free food, and a paid day of freedom.
Oh... one more thing.
It's our turkey, spunkstain. Hope you like your bowl of corn.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
This time I have a good reason...
So, yet again, I took an abnormally long vacation from blogging... to go on a mini vacation!
We haven't seen very much of each other lately, so we stayed at a moderately amusing hotel about an hour and a half away. This hotel, Buffalo Bill's, is right across the street from our last In-State mini vacation. Appropriately named, the hotel has a Wild West/Frontier theme and our room was located in the Annie Oakley tower.
We decided that we had better take all of the mini vacations that we can, because in about 7 1/2 months, we won't be able to!
That's right, I've been infected and all of my time and energy will be devoted to raising a normal, functional member of society.
In the coming months you can expect updates about the many wonders of pregnancy, including all the yucky stuff you probably won't want to read. Since I got the news, I've been reading lots of books to try and get a really good idea about what is going to happen. So far my favorite is "The Unexpected When You're Expecting" which is a parody of the 'mom-to-be's best friend', "What to Expect...".
"The Unexpected..." was able to break some of the tension and finally get me to laugh at the whole thing. Then again, laughing when you are so gassy that you feel like you're going to float away may not be the best idea. Especially near an open flame...
Friends, family, and strangers have already started giving me advice. I have decided that the best thing I can do will be thanking them for their input and doing what I want anyway. I understand that many women have done this long before I ever thought of having a child, but I don't want someone trying to guilt me into naming my baby Sanfred just so they can feel better about their life.
If I want a cup of coffee, I don't need 18 women screaming at me to pour it out. If I have a few cigarettes, even after I've officially quit, I don't want to hear one complaint from anyone that has not had an up close and personal view of my cervix. They may have gone through pregnancy, but they have no idea what I'm going through.
Yesterday, my hormones were going haywire and I cried for several hours. Everyone kept asking me if I was ok, and I mostly was. There are some tough things that I need to tell a lot of people, some happy things, panic at a stupid thing I did, realizing that my embryo has probably been drunk at least once since the conception date may not have been accurate, and trying to quit smoking have all taken a toll on my emotions.
My Husband has been wonderful and has graciously agreed to pick up my slack. Keeping the place clean is going to be very important since we are adding another person to our household. (If only this new person came with an extra room...)
Our Roommate is still working out what he wants to be called. I've come up with a fun list of things that wont involve my baby calling him Uncle, since he is not comfortable with that.
Woobie
Scooby
Boppy
Name-Name (His name, not the word name...)
Boba (or Bobo)
Yabbo
Ok, so the list isn't that great... but it's really hard to figure out what your baby is going to call this dude that lives with you, but isn't related-- completely family, but no blood ties.
Oh well, we've got a few more months to figure it all out.
We haven't seen very much of each other lately, so we stayed at a moderately amusing hotel about an hour and a half away. This hotel, Buffalo Bill's, is right across the street from our last In-State mini vacation. Appropriately named, the hotel has a Wild West/Frontier theme and our room was located in the Annie Oakley tower.
We decided that we had better take all of the mini vacations that we can, because in about 7 1/2 months, we won't be able to!
That's right, I've been infected and all of my time and energy will be devoted to raising a normal, functional member of society.
In the coming months you can expect updates about the many wonders of pregnancy, including all the yucky stuff you probably won't want to read. Since I got the news, I've been reading lots of books to try and get a really good idea about what is going to happen. So far my favorite is "The Unexpected When You're Expecting" which is a parody of the 'mom-to-be's best friend', "What to Expect...".
"The Unexpected..." was able to break some of the tension and finally get me to laugh at the whole thing. Then again, laughing when you are so gassy that you feel like you're going to float away may not be the best idea. Especially near an open flame...
Friends, family, and strangers have already started giving me advice. I have decided that the best thing I can do will be thanking them for their input and doing what I want anyway. I understand that many women have done this long before I ever thought of having a child, but I don't want someone trying to guilt me into naming my baby Sanfred just so they can feel better about their life.
If I want a cup of coffee, I don't need 18 women screaming at me to pour it out. If I have a few cigarettes, even after I've officially quit, I don't want to hear one complaint from anyone that has not had an up close and personal view of my cervix. They may have gone through pregnancy, but they have no idea what I'm going through.
Yesterday, my hormones were going haywire and I cried for several hours. Everyone kept asking me if I was ok, and I mostly was. There are some tough things that I need to tell a lot of people, some happy things, panic at a stupid thing I did, realizing that my embryo has probably been drunk at least once since the conception date may not have been accurate, and trying to quit smoking have all taken a toll on my emotions.
My Husband has been wonderful and has graciously agreed to pick up my slack. Keeping the place clean is going to be very important since we are adding another person to our household. (If only this new person came with an extra room...)
Our Roommate is still working out what he wants to be called. I've come up with a fun list of things that wont involve my baby calling him Uncle, since he is not comfortable with that.
Woobie
Scooby
Boppy
Name-Name (His name, not the word name...)
Boba (or Bobo)
Yabbo
Ok, so the list isn't that great... but it's really hard to figure out what your baby is going to call this dude that lives with you, but isn't related-- completely family, but no blood ties.
Oh well, we've got a few more months to figure it all out.
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