Who texts/calls/Facebooks me saying “We’re waiting” or asks when the baby is coming, might just get verbally bitch-slapped. I’m well aware I am past my due date. There is nothing I can do about it. Baby will come when he’s ready. All they are doing is pissing me off.
My husband order my Christmas presents through my mother’s Amazon account. Well since I have the password I went and looked at all my presents. Let me just say my husband did good. :)
Does everyone feel the need to point out that today is my due date?
And I am surprisingly content to watch it pass right on by. I am not doing anything to try to self-induce except eating pineapple but I would be doing that anyway lol. I guess I’m just resigned to the fact that when he’s ready he will get here and there’s not much I can do to make him come any faster. He’s growing and getting healthier every day and that’s ok with me.
If it’s “tea-colored” it’s typically dead blood cells. Could be from a kidney/bladder infection or if you’ve recently had sex it could be from slight tearing in the vaginal walls. Any of those warrent a call to the office. Just let them know the symptoms and then they can make the judgement call; after all, they are the professionals. Hopefully it’s nothing though :)
I am so annoyed with life and so over being pregnant.
The midwife was super vague about how far along I am. She just shoved her hand up there, made a face, shook her head and said “I can only get like a finger in.” I’m assuming that means I’m only about 1cm dilated. She said nothing about effacement or engagement but she did schedule my induction for the 15th incase I don’t spontaneously go into labor before then. I am just so ready to have my body back and to be kind of comfortable again.
To top off this lovely drs visit my husband drops the bomb on me that they changed his work schedule AGAIN and have him working the fucking over-night shift on the road starting next week. We have been talking to his COC about how it would be better and easier for everyone (them included) if he was working days at the office and not on the road. It’s just very frustrating to deal with the feeling that you’re never heard and no one gives a flying fuck about you and your family.
Now I have to clean my house and make dinner bc my lovely, thoughtful, sensitive husband forgot to tell me he invited three people over for dinner tonight. He’s taking a nap, by the way. He needs to thank his lucky stars I have more self control than to cover his face with a pillow and smother him in his sleep.