Update-y Type Thing Before Bedtime
So, it's been a long week.
I went to the obstetrician to find out that I'm ZERO centimeters dialated and ZERO percent effaced. Whoo-friggin'-hoo. As was said before me, I swear sometimes I only go to these weekly appointments so that the nurse and the doctor can go, "Yep, your still pregnant." You know, an affirmation of the baby's failure to comply with my wishes. "Resistance is futile." This time around though, he did a "sweeping of the membranes" without my approval, although now that I've spent some time pondering that, I'm not sure I'm too terribly upset at him. I really did want a fully natural labor and this somewhat negates that but at the same time, there is so much worse that can be done. Such as induction, which if I don't start dialating and effacing and/or the baby doesn't start engaging (Hear that you little Shithead? *hehe*) that will be the case. Which, of course, leads me down the path of paranoia and fear of having a C-section. *eek* Major surgery, not my thing.
Every morning, I've been sleeping in entirely too late (probably due to my going to bed entirely too late) and I've also developed into a drool factory. I'm not sure what causes it, I'm not sure I care to find out but I am not the type to do that considering I've never been the type to fall asleep with my mouth open in the first place, which I know is a surprise to all of you, considering my blabbber mouth. All I can say is, "Yuck if this is a pregnant thing...he is SO grounded when he comes out."
I went to my father's this afternoon to pick up my baby books, so that I could read up on them some more before Korben makes it out. (Not sure I'm missing anything at this point, I've researched for so long now that I'm thinking I've got this down pact and what I don't know, well, I'll find out as I go along.) I called my father who told me that the gifts were there and that I should send the people a Thank You card. Anyways, I unlocked my bedroom door and walked in to find a pile of presents sitting on my floor. Five humongous bags and one big basket. The people in his Sunday School group had decided to throw a "baby shower" of sorts for me and they really went all out. I was expecting maybe a bag of stuff, not a carload of stuff. So, of course, my smart ass self has to call my dad back to say, "You said a Thank You card, not a Thank You card, cookies and some ass-kissing." I'm guessing about $300-400 worth of baby stuff given to me from this church group and I feel so very grateful and kind of feel overwhelmed that people who haven't even met me are so generous. So, cookies it is...since I don't really have the money to do much else.
Anyways, I have a bad habit of falling asleep at around four every afternoon and can't seem to break the chain. Today, I fell asleep at four and didn't wake up again until almost eight...which is why I'm still wide awake at 4:14 in the freaking morning!! *big heavy sigh* Tomorrow is going to be my first attempt to stay awake all day to see if I can make it until night time to see if I can perhaps, just maybe, sleep throughout the night for once. I may even set my alarm to see if I don't wake up a little early...to start my grazing early. *hehe*
Anyways, the next time I hear my father or another male from my family go, "Oh, you think stubbing your toe hurts, just wait until you try Childbirth!" the words are getting shoved most painfully down their throat. I don't think they are attempting to discourage me and if they were, it's not working...but it does get annoying. The female empowerment in me just wants to go, "I'm sorry, when did you attempt childbirth? Oh, never? So, you expect me to listen to your words of wisdom and take them to heart? Hrm...well, then...I appreciate the sentiment. Hope you pass a gall stone." I know, I'm a bitch, what can I say?
Anyways, I'm finally getting sleepy...my back is hurting, I want a bath but it's too damn early and I don't want to wake anyone up. So, sleepy time it is...tomorrow is bath time.
Night all! Cross your fingers for a baby sometime in the future...
I went to the obstetrician to find out that I'm ZERO centimeters dialated and ZERO percent effaced. Whoo-friggin'-hoo. As was said before me, I swear sometimes I only go to these weekly appointments so that the nurse and the doctor can go, "Yep, your still pregnant." You know, an affirmation of the baby's failure to comply with my wishes. "Resistance is futile." This time around though, he did a "sweeping of the membranes" without my approval, although now that I've spent some time pondering that, I'm not sure I'm too terribly upset at him. I really did want a fully natural labor and this somewhat negates that but at the same time, there is so much worse that can be done. Such as induction, which if I don't start dialating and effacing and/or the baby doesn't start engaging (Hear that you little Shithead? *hehe*) that will be the case. Which, of course, leads me down the path of paranoia and fear of having a C-section. *eek* Major surgery, not my thing.
Every morning, I've been sleeping in entirely too late (probably due to my going to bed entirely too late) and I've also developed into a drool factory. I'm not sure what causes it, I'm not sure I care to find out but I am not the type to do that considering I've never been the type to fall asleep with my mouth open in the first place, which I know is a surprise to all of you, considering my blabbber mouth. All I can say is, "Yuck if this is a pregnant thing...he is SO grounded when he comes out."
I went to my father's this afternoon to pick up my baby books, so that I could read up on them some more before Korben makes it out. (Not sure I'm missing anything at this point, I've researched for so long now that I'm thinking I've got this down pact and what I don't know, well, I'll find out as I go along.) I called my father who told me that the gifts were there and that I should send the people a Thank You card. Anyways, I unlocked my bedroom door and walked in to find a pile of presents sitting on my floor. Five humongous bags and one big basket. The people in his Sunday School group had decided to throw a "baby shower" of sorts for me and they really went all out. I was expecting maybe a bag of stuff, not a carload of stuff. So, of course, my smart ass self has to call my dad back to say, "You said a Thank You card, not a Thank You card, cookies and some ass-kissing." I'm guessing about $300-400 worth of baby stuff given to me from this church group and I feel so very grateful and kind of feel overwhelmed that people who haven't even met me are so generous. So, cookies it is...since I don't really have the money to do much else.
Anyways, I have a bad habit of falling asleep at around four every afternoon and can't seem to break the chain. Today, I fell asleep at four and didn't wake up again until almost eight...which is why I'm still wide awake at 4:14 in the freaking morning!! *big heavy sigh* Tomorrow is going to be my first attempt to stay awake all day to see if I can make it until night time to see if I can perhaps, just maybe, sleep throughout the night for once. I may even set my alarm to see if I don't wake up a little early...to start my grazing early. *hehe*
Anyways, the next time I hear my father or another male from my family go, "Oh, you think stubbing your toe hurts, just wait until you try Childbirth!" the words are getting shoved most painfully down their throat. I don't think they are attempting to discourage me and if they were, it's not working...but it does get annoying. The female empowerment in me just wants to go, "I'm sorry, when did you attempt childbirth? Oh, never? So, you expect me to listen to your words of wisdom and take them to heart? Hrm...well, then...I appreciate the sentiment. Hope you pass a gall stone." I know, I'm a bitch, what can I say?
Anyways, I'm finally getting sleepy...my back is hurting, I want a bath but it's too damn early and I don't want to wake anyone up. So, sleepy time it is...tomorrow is bath time.
Night all! Cross your fingers for a baby sometime in the future...