Current Mood:
PISSED.
And tired. And cranky. And weepy. And angry. I feel both like curling up into a ball (physically impossible at this point) and throwing things (heavy things) across the apartment. God is not my favorite person right now.
I’m about to leave to go to my 40-week prenatal visit. Little guy’s official due date is tomorrow. TOMORROW. I can’t believe I’m still pregnant. I mean, I’m really in a bit of denial about the whole situation. I’ll probably need to schedule another prenatal appointment for next week and that just depresses the hell out of me.
My belly is entirely riddled with gigantic, growing, purple stretch marks that itch and burn. The completely smooth skin is a strange sensation under my fingertips. My tattoo looks WEIRD.
I’m going to ask to have my membranes stripped today. That should be lots of fun. We’ll see what happens. Maybe you can hope I’ll go into labor for me, because I can’t bring myself to hope for it. Cause if? when? it doesn’t happen, it’ll be too big a disappointment.
Big props and huge thanks go to my friend Caroline, who called this morning to say she had some food to bring over for me - lentil and rice salad. It looks REALLY tasty. I definitely needed the phone call and brief visit. So I guess God gets a few points for that, but otherwise I’m still mad at him. I’m having kind of a rough morning, in case you couldn’t tell.
August 16th, 2006 at 11:51 am
im glad you’re honest.
August 16th, 2006 at 12:15 pm
Your honesty has been refreshing. My sister sent me over (Mrs. Nygren), mostly because she knows that I’ve carried four babies( all girls), but also because she KNOWS that I carried my second daughter to 42 weeks and three days. It is survivable, Kristen. And believe it or not, the same ‘amnesia’ that set in after the birth will make you desire yet another baby in the future. Unless it’s God telling you to have another baby, STOP NOW!
August 16th, 2006 at 12:39 pm
My sister had three children. The first two, she was induced twice and nothing happened. She would labor for a day or so, then they’d say ‘That baby doesn’t want to come out’, and send her packing, only to come back after she was over 41 weeks, then they did ANOTHER induction and ended up having to do a c-section…twice. With the third baby, she told the doctor to ‘kiss it’ and told him to schedule a c-section or she’d go to another OB.
This is the same sister that couldn’t breastfeed because her milk never came in. She also had every horrible un-common pregnancy side effects, plus toxemia, edema and a few other fun surprises.
I guess I posted this to give you a “Thank God my pregnancy is not THAT bad” moment.
You can kick me if you’d like.
August 16th, 2006 at 2:01 pm
Yo, girl, I hear you totally on this. All of my pregnancies either lasted forever or seemed like they did due to pain and all that shiza. Encouragement to you. After the doc stripped my membranes with Asa I popped the next day…I’m sending you the labor vibes….
August 16th, 2006 at 2:18 pm
Danae - thanks
Erin - one word: “vasectomy.” for real. we are so not doing this ever again.
Melanie - no, I don’t feel like kicking you. Not yet, anyway.
Heather - take yourself and Angela to the Blue Goose and celebrate, girls-night-out style, once this kid pops for me, will you?
the membranes are stripped, I’m on black cohosh, and now we just wait and see.
August 16th, 2006 at 6:18 pm
Never been there … never done that … feel totally inapproprate for even posting … but I AM hoping as hard as I can for you