I’ve written about 5 blog posts in the past week and published none of them. I’m beyond being cheerful or positive. That’s your fair warning…
I’m past my due date, and I’m not happy about it in the least. There is nothing that will mess with your head like going past the date you thought for sure you would have a baby… and still not having one. I guess she is just really cozy in there. At least one of us is comfortable… cause I’m certainly not.
Every muscle in my body is sore, especially the ones she is using her feet on like a meat tenderizer. I’m having contractions, but they’re not regular or time-able. I’m getting phone calls and texts from people asking if I’ve had that baby yet… I promise you, at this point, everyone will know when I have “that baby.” The whole world will know. People who really do not care… they will know, too.
I’m hungry, but I have no room to put any food in my stomach. For lunch I just ate a half of a thing of $0.20 ramen noodle soup. That’s all I can manage. The upside to this is that I haven’t gained any weight in the last 3-4 months. So I don’t dread the weigh-in part of my doctor appointments. We have eaten out every day this week, which is ridiculous, but the thought of cooking, not being able to eat, and then having to clean up the dishes just makes me angry.
I went to the doctor yesterday. The poor lady walked in and said, “Yaay! It’s your due date! Congratulations!” To which I responded by bawling. She was very understanding and helpful, and said she would schedule me for an induction in 7 days. February 7. She checked everything out and only a little progress since last week – but the baby is in -3 station, which is super low, and I could have told you that from the way it hurts anytime she moves, but whatever. So the doctor went to go call the hospital at the end of my appointment and came back with the news that their induction schedule for next Thursday is full. But you know, 80% of people go into labor before their induction date once they’ve been scheduled, and she would call me today to give me a time to be there once someone else delivered. Awesome.
I’m running out of things to do. I’ve been on walks. I’ve shopped at Target. I’ve painted. I’ve cleaned. I’ve done the laundry and (GASP!) put it all away about 3 times. I’ve started my taxes. I’ve watched everything on the DVR. I’ve had lunch with friends. I could, and probably should go clean the house again. That is not happening. So, to anyone who comes to visit me, just know that about 2 weeks ago, my house was spotless. Bathrooms were sparkling. Floors were mopped. Clutter was gone. Toys were put away. That’s not what my house looks like anymore. I won’t apologize for it, but just know that it WAS clean at one point.
I’ve spent hours on pinterest picking out recipes I won’t make for months, crafts I won’t do for years, plants I will probably never be able to find, and quilts I have no clue how to make.
In short… I’m done. My poor family – I’m probably making them miserable. So, now that I’ve had my pity party and made you miserable, too – maybe you can help me out. If there’s actually anyone who still reads this blog because I am terrible at keeping it updated…. Leave me a funny story, a joke, something to make me smile…
I’m going to go buy myself flowers and chocolate or something dumb like that.