I had a really rough day today and I almost fell asleep driving home again. Then I get to our friends house where we are dog/house sitting and see that the garage door is open and that the dog is clearly not in her cage as she is jumping and barking at me from the kitchen window. So at first I thought, okay they came home early. Then I walk into the house to find Dean’s lunch still sitting on the counter where I’d nicely packed and left it for him to take. So I got panicked, okay, is Dean okay because surely something must have happened to him this morning after I left. But his car isnt there so he definitely isnt home and neither are our friends. So I got really upset, got a terrible case of the what ifs and searched the house to make sure there were no doggie suprises or strangers lurking for me. But all was well, except by now my horrible day had just been too much and I called Dean and got all upset with him but I think it was more that I just cant deal with working, being pregnant and tending to much else.
So now I sit here being mad at myself for getting Dean upset at me but I think that sometimes pregnant women should just be given a break every now and then when they get all teary eyed and panicked. I mean if I wasnt having such trouble walking because Kiddo is putting so much pressure on my back that every step aches and if I didnt have to do fifty billion things before our friends get home like clean up and pack up our junk and not to mention worry about how I managed to screw up the check book , again, well aside from all that, welll I think I would have had a decent day. But it didnt end up that way so now I sit here all upset and completely exhausted just prolonging the zillion things I must get done in the few short hours of energy I have left in me.
I told Dean I may call in sick to work tomorrow but then that would just make me more miserable because then I would just lay around all day and be alone until Dean gets home from rehearsal around 11 pm or so. But I cant imagine walking around with this constant back pain and with my sugars going up and down so often I have to check my sugar at least 6 times a day that I could get much quality work done.
Okay enough whining…..yeah, did I mention my feet are starting to swell like 2 xs their normal size lately, argh, and it’s not even like it’s hot and humid out, must just be the extra weight I am toting around.
In other news, a girl in the office next to ours at work is due at the end of the month, and just found out her baby weighs 9 lbs! And she has 3 weeks til her due date, and they just diagnosed her with gestational diabetes, and this is the girl who was giving me hope because she had diabetes in her first pregnancy but not this one, well until she found out last week. So so much for that theory, that you wont always have it when you get pregnant again. They havent decided whether to induce her early or to do a c section but I cant imagine carrying a baby that big and being at work , even if she only works 3 days a week. So as they talked about this at work today they all joked and starting making guesses at how big Kiddo will be and I said if they ever tell me my baby is that big I will demand they take him out right away. I have no desire to challenge my body to have a natural childbirth especially with a baby that big, okay maybe I am being selfish, but the last few months have been strenuous as is, no need to top it off with having a whopper of a kid and boasting that you delivered vaginally. Give me the drugs and the easiest route possible, if there is an easy one…..
