I swear, it doesn't take much for my doctor to make me feel like a fat cow. Because the baby is measuring big I had to get another glucose test done. They're so annoying! You don't anything for 12+ hours, then you go in and drink some drink that tastes like flat 7 UP, AND THEN you get your blood drawn, only to call your doctor a week later for them to tell you that there is nothing wrong with you... honestly, it's annoying.
My doctor tells me that not every pregnancy is the same, so why is it that if my baby is a little bigger than he should be, do I have to be his pin cushion? Oy, I have no idea but I'm not getting anymore of those tests done. Euch, it's icky and I always feel so exhausted afterward. Going that long without food so they can suck me dry. Eff that cracka!
And I'm not under the firm impression that I'm incubating prince charming himself! Why? Because his daddy is an asshole! Of course, I'm not going to make an effort for my son to know that. I would never bad mouth his father in front of him, but I swear my baby will be smart enough to figure it out. "Mommy, why isn't Daddy here?" "Mommy, does daddy not love me?" I swear I'm so not ready to deal with that just yet... I'm so glad it'll be a few years before he realizes just what it means to not have a dad. I mean, he'll always have Papa (my dad) but... I don't know, I worry that it's not enough sometimes.
So much un-needed stress in my life! I swear I wish I could just smoke all my problems away! (And I so would if the entire world didn't have something to say about it!)
32 weeks, and I can't wait for this kid to come out! The pain in my back and ribs is really starting to wear me down!
My doctor tells me that not every pregnancy is the same, so why is it that if my baby is a little bigger than he should be, do I have to be his pin cushion? Oy, I have no idea but I'm not getting anymore of those tests done. Euch, it's icky and I always feel so exhausted afterward. Going that long without food so they can suck me dry. Eff that cracka!
And I'm not under the firm impression that I'm incubating prince charming himself! Why? Because his daddy is an asshole! Of course, I'm not going to make an effort for my son to know that. I would never bad mouth his father in front of him, but I swear my baby will be smart enough to figure it out. "Mommy, why isn't Daddy here?" "Mommy, does daddy not love me?" I swear I'm so not ready to deal with that just yet... I'm so glad it'll be a few years before he realizes just what it means to not have a dad. I mean, he'll always have Papa (my dad) but... I don't know, I worry that it's not enough sometimes.
So much un-needed stress in my life! I swear I wish I could just smoke all my problems away! (And I so would if the entire world didn't have something to say about it!)
32 weeks, and I can't wait for this kid to come out! The pain in my back and ribs is really starting to wear me down!
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