have I ever known patience?
I need to stick post it notes all over my walls that says, "Get over it." If I just got a taste of postpartum depression today, we are all in trouble. I woke up wanting the world to burn and crying at nothing. Just silent, angry tears at nothing. Every little thing annoyed me and it was quite aggravating and worried the Hubby.
And oh the irony. I have met all of the available doctors at the Naval Hospital that could deliver my baby, but one. He has been a hard man to get an appointment with. Well, i finally got an appointment with him. It is on Friday, April first. Yeah, on Sprout's due date. Then again, with my luck, she is not going to come until after we meet this Doctor. So it is either going to be, "Hello, Doctor Poole. It is nice to meet you... uh, could you hold on a second? My water just broke." Or, he is the one we talk with about getting induced.
Yeah, I fear that Sprout is going to be a late bloomer. That is my prediction. Kid comes past the due date. I may be effacing, but that doesn't mean she is going to pop right away. Most likely, she comes late, which will confirm to my luck because that would not be ideal. Her God parents will be here for a week and a half starting on the 30th and would very much like to meet their god daughter. Worse though, is that my dad is planning on being here for five days once I go into labor. I really do not want my dad to be here while they are.
I love my dad, don't get me wrong, but he shouldn't even be coming in the first place. He does not have the money due to not working because of his health and I can't put him up. He is one of those "Father knows best," dads and will not relent when he thinks that he is right. That is not going to go well when he tries to tell me how to raise my kid and I use my recently gained back bone to tell him off. Further more, I cannot put up him and the God parents and damn it, they get precedence! I want them over. I don't want my dad staying at my apartment, and I have the sickling feeling that he will weasel me into staying here instead of at the hotel. My dad has taken guilt trip lessons from Jewish mothers, I swear it!
So... yay stress. If Sprout is late or even on time, it will mean possible disaster. Amber, when you read this, nothing changes with our plans! I will deal with my difficult and bull headed father. But I would love to have this kid by the weekend. It would make my life easier. So much easier. But then again, it is not about me, now is it? I need to get my head out of my arse and be patient. Sprout knows what she is doing. She will come when it is right for her. We are ready and able and have everything set up, so I just have to go over my virtues and stop being such a pain in the butt.
And oh the irony. I have met all of the available doctors at the Naval Hospital that could deliver my baby, but one. He has been a hard man to get an appointment with. Well, i finally got an appointment with him. It is on Friday, April first. Yeah, on Sprout's due date. Then again, with my luck, she is not going to come until after we meet this Doctor. So it is either going to be, "Hello, Doctor Poole. It is nice to meet you... uh, could you hold on a second? My water just broke." Or, he is the one we talk with about getting induced.
Yeah, I fear that Sprout is going to be a late bloomer. That is my prediction. Kid comes past the due date. I may be effacing, but that doesn't mean she is going to pop right away. Most likely, she comes late, which will confirm to my luck because that would not be ideal. Her God parents will be here for a week and a half starting on the 30th and would very much like to meet their god daughter. Worse though, is that my dad is planning on being here for five days once I go into labor. I really do not want my dad to be here while they are.
I love my dad, don't get me wrong, but he shouldn't even be coming in the first place. He does not have the money due to not working because of his health and I can't put him up. He is one of those "Father knows best," dads and will not relent when he thinks that he is right. That is not going to go well when he tries to tell me how to raise my kid and I use my recently gained back bone to tell him off. Further more, I cannot put up him and the God parents and damn it, they get precedence! I want them over. I don't want my dad staying at my apartment, and I have the sickling feeling that he will weasel me into staying here instead of at the hotel. My dad has taken guilt trip lessons from Jewish mothers, I swear it!
So... yay stress. If Sprout is late or even on time, it will mean possible disaster. Amber, when you read this, nothing changes with our plans! I will deal with my difficult and bull headed father. But I would love to have this kid by the weekend. It would make my life easier. So much easier. But then again, it is not about me, now is it? I need to get my head out of my arse and be patient. Sprout knows what she is doing. She will come when it is right for her. We are ready and able and have everything set up, so I just have to go over my virtues and stop being such a pain in the butt.