I don’t know what to rant about right now, I’m just so tired of this year.
I started to rant a couple times and it scattered all over which is basically my life right now. Boils down to work is a shitshow in many ways but not so bad that I need to leave at this time, mom is sick and in the hospital, I am having trouble adulting and finding my feet with changes in my life and I need to make changes in my life to prevent getting sick which I don’t have time or energy to fight my hangups over.
I want to hibernate for a month and come out an adult then because maybe I’ll have figured out some routines and be able to handle the curves this year has been throwing.
I know that just because I’m pregnant, I’m not automatically the centre of the known universe. But really, you think my own mother and sister would at least pretend to participate in the conversation when I’m talking about next weekend and how I might still be in hospital having the baby, or be home with the baby by then, and enjoy the speculation. Rather than change the conversation back to whatever shitty reality TV dance contest they’re more interested in.
Thankfully my friends and in-laws are hanging on my every update. (hey, anyone wanna hear about my cervix?)
I turned on the radio heading in to work just now. Someone evidently was interviewing an Ohio State football player, and the first words I heard were “But when you put your head into someone’s sternum, that’s joy!”
You betcha!
Freude, schoener Goetterfunken
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum.*
And last night, a father of six was fatally shot in front of his wife and children in the parking lot of a local restaurant, by a man wearing an Ohio State hoodie and pajama pants with O.S.U. insignias.
Its mini for me, not for the driver or the owner of the store who had to replace our order due to getting scammed.
Its not just me, and its not just pizza. Those jerks take anything they can get from any driver who doesn’t want to take the time to go into a lobby and find the proper person.
While I don’t think I want to hear about your cervix or labor pains, I’d love to hear that you are home enjoying a new baby. Boy or girl or do you want to be surprised? Natural childbirth or are you going to do drugs? Breastfeeding or bottles? Do you have a name picked out? Is baby going to have his or her own room or sleep with you?
I have been told by medical professionals that you cannot get the flu from flu shots. However…well known side effects are to develop flu-like symptoms. IMHO, if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, its probably a duck.
My impression is that the percentage of people without RX insurance, or with crappy RX insurance, is high enough that letting the secret password out would probably be a very bad idea.
I can still remember when I honestly thought that human females were like cats and had to eat the afterbirth.
Can we not talk about the icky stuff involved with childbirth and just the fun stuff?
I wasn’t being mean or anything. Every time I get a flu shot, I spend a week suffering with flu-like symptoms. I honestly can’t say why I continue to get stuck in the arm every year. Maybe I like being sick?
You’re the centre of your own universe Cinnamon. Can’t wait for baby updates! Now that I’m living with a tween (and oh my goodness he’s starting the teen stank with his feet…) I am happy to get updates on teething and almost crawling that my closest cousin’s son is doing.
I am home, but no baby yet If it’s not all happened over the next few days, they’re taking me in to induce labour on Wednesday night. Eeek! I’m a little worried I’ve caved in to the medics too early, as my due date’s not till the 1st November (next Sunday) so baby’s not late yet, however, she (yes, girl!) is measuring huge, so if I want to avoid her getting stuck and me getting sliced, then four days early is probably a good compromise.
Natural childbirth with drugs Okay, vaginal delivery if at all possible, but gas and air is the best thing ever! I’m a bit squeamish about epidurals, episiotomies, c-sections, forceps and anything else intervention-y, but won’t turn down the odd shot of diamorphine if required. I’m not going to be a hero about it
Breastfeeding! My daughter was exclusive bf till 10 1/2 months, till the little sod stopped of her own accord, then I pumped until 12 months to keep up my street-cred, and literally called it a day at 12 months 1 day. Hoping for something similar this time round, but without the need for the pump…
(I put on 28lbs within two weeks of stopping too.)
We have several names picked out - my favourite is Tabitha. Husband prefers Cassandra. Four year old requests Anna-Elsa We’ll see what she looks like! Also on the short list: Veronica, Willow, Lilly, Alice. Have joked about: Ophelia, Lucretia, Morticia, but probably wouldn’t actually do that to an innocent babe.
Oh, and in sleeping with me for the first 6 months - 1 year, then eventually sharing a room with big sister once I suss out bunkbeds with a big girl bed on top and toddler bed beneath. She may end up having the spare room to herself for a few months inbetween, but I plan on making them share so I can reclaim a spare room for guests in the long run. Then get husband snipped before we fill it with another bundle of joy
It’s 2cm dilated all by itself! It took three rounds of pessaries and 48 hours to get to this stage with my daughter at 41 weeks, so I’m still in shock that on Thursday when I was only 38w4d, I’d already bypassed that!
No, I’ve never had that pleasure No broken waters yet, just Braxton Hicks, no real contractions, and to be fair, I may now be past 2cm dilated (that was Thursdays measurement) I’ve just not had anyone in to check since
Apart from the gas&air and diamoprhine, there’s very little fun about childbirth
Starting the process, and the cute cuddly bundle afterwards is fun, but in between is 9 months of puking, pain, bile, incontinence, unexpected symptoms, crippling joint problems, couple of days of hell, then stitches and chapped nipples afterwards. And I’m doing this knowingly and voluntarily.
(then the sleep deprivation kicks in too!)
Baby is kicking happily, at 39 weeks gestation today. No show, no new pains, I might make it till Wednesdays planned induction, whew!
My mother in law is out of the country till Tuesday night, so I’d like to keep my knees crossed and hold the baby in till she’s back. But I’m still so stunned by already being dilated, that I’m too scared to sneeze or cough in case I start something off…
I hope no one thinks any the less of me if I just donate it and the cord to medical research so they can use the stem cells and whatever tissue they can harvest.
I may be taking in cat #11 (12 if you count the foster who’s here for 2 more weeks). A friend in VA had a pretty little tortie/tabby find her, and this poor little girl is broken She’s walking, and can apparently climb a tree, but she looks to me (from a video, I’m in SC) like she’s had a broken hip that may or may not have healed. She’s skinny and bent and her tail doesn’t seem to lift. Apparently she was following my friend all around squeaking, just asking for some attention.
Friend is in a very rural part of the world and has barely enough to keep herself going, she can’t take this cat on. So I said I’d help… sigh… anyone want a sweet cat?
If it’s not all happened over the next few days, they’re taking me in to induce labour on Wednesday night. Eeek! I’m a little worried I’ve caved in to the medics too early, as my due date’s not till the 1st November (next Sunday) so baby’s not late yet, however, she (yes, girl!) is measuring huge, so if I want to avoid her getting stuck and me getting sliced, then four days early is probably a good compromise.
Okay, vaginal delivery if at all possible, but gas and air is the best thing ever! I’m a bit squeamish about epidurals, episiotomies, c-sections, forceps and anything else intervention-y, but won’t turn down the odd shot of diamorphine if required. I’m not going to be a hero about it 
She’s walking, and can apparently climb a tree, but she looks to me (from a video, I’m in SC) like she’s had a broken hip that may or may not have healed. She’s skinny and bent and her tail doesn’t seem to lift. Apparently she was following my friend all around squeaking, just asking for some attention.