im sorry but THERE'S A WHAT IN YOUR NOSE
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im sorry but THERE'S A WHAT IN YOUR NOSE
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Read more in case anyone doesn't wanna read this
Having a hard time right now
And I don’t feel like I can really talk about it many places. If I put up some cryptic message on FB (which I hateeee when people do this, especially when it’s obviously just an attention grab, and they don’t actually want any support or help), I will have 10000X people asking if it is baby related.
I had a mixed bag of real and ‘fake’ contractions earlier this week. I had been perfectly content to not worry about the baby coming yet, but this was a wake up call. I wasn’t ready, at least not mentally. The apartment is ready, we have everything we need to take care of him, but it was a shock.
But, now I have a problem. I had a midwife appt that afternoon anyway, and they did a check- 1 cm dilated, and the baby’s head is at -1 station (they didn’t tell me effacement). And suddenly, all I want is for this kid to be OUT. I feel like a jerk, but it’s not so much that I want to meet him. I just have hit the wall. I don’t want to do this anymore. I love feeling the baby move around, and knowing he’s doing great and healthy in there, but.. I’m over it. I want to be able to breath again. I feel like an oversized whale. I hate that I’m not able to physically workout the way I love to do, and every single part of my body hurts. My fingers don’t bend properly, and I’m (obviously) emotional. I didn’t talk to J most of last night because he didn’t want to get me pizza for dinner, for pete’s sake. The man is allowed that right. But I didn’t talk to him because I was afraid I would just explode and say a thousand terrible things that I didn’t mean.
Oi. Well. I just sincerely hoping this babe comes out sooner than later, even with the statistics are not on my side for that. Hopefully, my mood improves, too. Yeesh.
Kaden, you better enjoy bouncing on my organs and kicking every bone at your reach as this is your last week of peace little man. You are full term next week, I am stubborn as you are little one. You are getting out of me as soon as possible and your daddy and I will work towards this. No more bs, your selfish mama wants to hold and kiss you all over. So c'mon work with us here and do not think that you are staying in there past your due date or you and I will have a serious talk
All the people in my tiny tower named Jesus have happy stats.
just had a legit conversation with a raccoon
asked him to stop scratching on the wall. i was very nice and said please and everything. little bastard didn't listen. imagine that?
ETA: played him some ke$ha. he fucking ran away. l.m.a.o.