Too much to handle at once
Today is 39w4d, which is the day I had Punk. I really thought it would have happened by now, what with all of that talk about how subsequent babies come later, and this guy always measured ahead. Aah well, joke's on me. By this time today with Punk, I was nearly in transition. Not so much today.
I walked the mall for two hours last night with a friend in the hopes of starting something. No such luck. All I got for my troubles were some swollen, sore feet and a really painful pelvis. When I sat down on the couch after coming home, and then got up again, I could barely walk. I can still barely walk, and the 45 minutes I cuddled with the 3 year old in the soft tiny bed at 4am did nothing to help with that.
Said 3 year old woke up again before 6 making the most annoying noises. I knew she would go back to sleep with more cuddling but the thought of trying to cram into that bed again and hurt myself was too much to bear, so I woke Jen to ask for help. She refused, so what could I do? Went back in there. Everything hurts, I had to leave, couldn't take it anymore, but will not let the child out of bed until 6:30 even though she's been up singing for half an hour. There is no 6am wake up in this house.
I seem to have caught some sort of crud and my throat is on fire. I hope it's just some sinus crap because Jen had strep last week and if I get strep, at 39+ weeks, I will kill somebody. I just will.
I may be exhausted and hormonal and cranky but I just can't help but wonder to the universe why I can't ever catch an effing break. I'm up for the day now but been awake since 4, about to go play solo parent to a busy 3 year old when I can hardly get up off the couch and move around, and for God's sake, I just want someone to take care of me for a little while.
Whine whine whine.
I walked the mall for two hours last night with a friend in the hopes of starting something. No such luck. All I got for my troubles were some swollen, sore feet and a really painful pelvis. When I sat down on the couch after coming home, and then got up again, I could barely walk. I can still barely walk, and the 45 minutes I cuddled with the 3 year old in the soft tiny bed at 4am did nothing to help with that.
Said 3 year old woke up again before 6 making the most annoying noises. I knew she would go back to sleep with more cuddling but the thought of trying to cram into that bed again and hurt myself was too much to bear, so I woke Jen to ask for help. She refused, so what could I do? Went back in there. Everything hurts, I had to leave, couldn't take it anymore, but will not let the child out of bed until 6:30 even though she's been up singing for half an hour. There is no 6am wake up in this house.
I seem to have caught some sort of crud and my throat is on fire. I hope it's just some sinus crap because Jen had strep last week and if I get strep, at 39+ weeks, I will kill somebody. I just will.
I may be exhausted and hormonal and cranky but I just can't help but wonder to the universe why I can't ever catch an effing break. I'm up for the day now but been awake since 4, about to go play solo parent to a busy 3 year old when I can hardly get up off the couch and move around, and for God's sake, I just want someone to take care of me for a little while.
Whine whine whine.