Pitocin should be sold over the counter.
You know, back in the day, way back about 9 months ago, I used to be a fairly positive, upbeat kind of gal. Do you see what hormones can do? I've become the most god-awful, negative, complaining person I know. I haven't had a pain-free day in over 7 months. That's enough to drive anyone mad.
I fell into bed as soon as I got home last night writhing in pain until I was totally immersed in the covers. Then thought to myself that this is ridiculous. I cannot do this for another 5 weeks. He's way too big for my body I just know it. He's gotta be. Please Mr. Doctor-man, take this child now. But nope. So I fell asleep until Tim got home and announced that Dobbins was on his way over. Great! Don't get me wrong I love Dobbins to death. I just didn't want company and my house looked like a tornado ran through it.
I got up and started cleaning while huffing and puffing really loud-like. Which was good because I ended up cleaning most of the house and finishing half of the laundry. I even washed my hair! By the end of the evening I could barely stand to bend over even slightly without wincing. Tim laughed as I tried to get the clothes out of the dryer by spreading my legs in a straddling position in front of the machine so I didn't have to bend over. I looked pretty stupid but you gotta do what you gotta do. You learn to pick shit up with your toes if at all possible to save you the discomfort of bending. And if it's too heavy for your toes, then it stays until Tim can do it.
I guess we're getting a new used car next week. Tim finally came around to the idea of having a more stable and reliable means of transportation before this kid comes. So the Ford is finally off the road until he can really work on it and not just use band-aids to get him through the week. The whole engine needs to be rebuilt with some TLC. I told him that I'd rather invest in another good car than have to pay another towing bill. So we are taking half of our refund and buying his dad's friend's car which is a 93 Civic with only 60,000 miles on it and is in excellent condition. Trouble is its in Georgia which means Tim's gonna be gone another two days. This is worth it though.
I get to go see Dr. Pretty-face again today. We are starting the physical exams every week now. Yikes! Not sure I want Dr. Pretty-face to be stickin' his hand up there unless he's pullin' this kid out. Figures, this is the one time Tim had to skip out on the appointment. Oh well I'm probably better off with out him at this point. He tends to get a little queasy when I'm in pain.
We went and preregistered at the hospital last week. I am so excited. Arnold Palmer doesn't even look or smell like a hospital. And I wanna play on the huge playground! Jenna and JoJo are gonna love it. Florida Hospital wouldn't even let them in unless they are over 12 yrs old. But Arnold Palmer does! And I get to bring what ever CD I want played while I'm giving birth. And I get to bring my own pillows from home. And Tim gets to stay the night with me and baby. He thought he could escape. And I am allowed 3 people in the room when I give birth. Yeah!!!!!!! I told my sister I would like her there and she cried with happiness. Ewwww. I'm not sure I'd want to watch a live birth. It's not like T.V. live-births. This is in-your-face live-births. Still it's good to know that I will have someone watching over me and Tim at the same time. I'm a little nervous about Tim. He's not good at icky stuff at all. I get in trouble for being too crude while he's eating. And he thinks he can stand to watch the bloody mess come out of me. I don't even wanna look until he's completely out.
Just let it happen soon. Please!!!!! Gotta go. Gotta see the Doc, now!
I fell into bed as soon as I got home last night writhing in pain until I was totally immersed in the covers. Then thought to myself that this is ridiculous. I cannot do this for another 5 weeks. He's way too big for my body I just know it. He's gotta be. Please Mr. Doctor-man, take this child now. But nope. So I fell asleep until Tim got home and announced that Dobbins was on his way over. Great! Don't get me wrong I love Dobbins to death. I just didn't want company and my house looked like a tornado ran through it.
I got up and started cleaning while huffing and puffing really loud-like. Which was good because I ended up cleaning most of the house and finishing half of the laundry. I even washed my hair! By the end of the evening I could barely stand to bend over even slightly without wincing. Tim laughed as I tried to get the clothes out of the dryer by spreading my legs in a straddling position in front of the machine so I didn't have to bend over. I looked pretty stupid but you gotta do what you gotta do. You learn to pick shit up with your toes if at all possible to save you the discomfort of bending. And if it's too heavy for your toes, then it stays until Tim can do it.
I guess we're getting a new used car next week. Tim finally came around to the idea of having a more stable and reliable means of transportation before this kid comes. So the Ford is finally off the road until he can really work on it and not just use band-aids to get him through the week. The whole engine needs to be rebuilt with some TLC. I told him that I'd rather invest in another good car than have to pay another towing bill. So we are taking half of our refund and buying his dad's friend's car which is a 93 Civic with only 60,000 miles on it and is in excellent condition. Trouble is its in Georgia which means Tim's gonna be gone another two days. This is worth it though.
I get to go see Dr. Pretty-face again today. We are starting the physical exams every week now. Yikes! Not sure I want Dr. Pretty-face to be stickin' his hand up there unless he's pullin' this kid out. Figures, this is the one time Tim had to skip out on the appointment. Oh well I'm probably better off with out him at this point. He tends to get a little queasy when I'm in pain.
We went and preregistered at the hospital last week. I am so excited. Arnold Palmer doesn't even look or smell like a hospital. And I wanna play on the huge playground! Jenna and JoJo are gonna love it. Florida Hospital wouldn't even let them in unless they are over 12 yrs old. But Arnold Palmer does! And I get to bring what ever CD I want played while I'm giving birth. And I get to bring my own pillows from home. And Tim gets to stay the night with me and baby. He thought he could escape. And I am allowed 3 people in the room when I give birth. Yeah!!!!!!! I told my sister I would like her there and she cried with happiness. Ewwww. I'm not sure I'd want to watch a live birth. It's not like T.V. live-births. This is in-your-face live-births. Still it's good to know that I will have someone watching over me and Tim at the same time. I'm a little nervous about Tim. He's not good at icky stuff at all. I get in trouble for being too crude while he's eating. And he thinks he can stand to watch the bloody mess come out of me. I don't even wanna look until he's completely out.
Just let it happen soon. Please!!!!! Gotta go. Gotta see the Doc, now!