Sigh. Went to the doctor yesterday. Still stuck at 2 cm dilated, 80% effaced. She's talking about inducing me if I haven't had the baby next week.
This is so not what I wanted to happen.
Also--kid--WTF? Does my uterus have a little sofa inside, and a flat-screen, and a mini-fridge with some snacks and beverages? Why do you want to stay in there so badly? I promise it's not so bad out here. We're cool, your parents-to-be. You'll like us. Okay, it's true, your nursery is a little WT right now what with the boxes and stuff everywhere and the lack of curtains and the fact that we haven't built the crib yet, but you won't need it right away anyway.
There is a part of me that thinks I should be slightly relieved--I will get the chance to actually complete most everything I wanted to get done. But on the other hand--I have all the grace and agility of Shamu. When I roll over onto my side, away from the nightstand, I have to get my husband to reach over me if I need something from it, because it's that much of a production to roll from side to side. Also, commuting suuuuuuuuucks. People have not been offering me seats. I saw a small opening yesterday, so I sat down, but there wasn't quite enough room for me and the lady I sat next to. Rather than offer her seat, she gave me the side eye!
(But later she gave money to the world's most annoying panhandler, a 20-something douche who said he was staying with friends in Brooklyn and wanted to scrounge up "just a few bucks so we can get a couple of $5 Little Caesar's pizza." I rarely give money to panhandlers, mostly because I never know if I'm doing more harm than good and I'd rather give to food banks and soup kitchens. But when I do give money, it tends to be to young mothers, or old people, or people who generally look like they could use it, not young Brooklyn hipsters. GAH. But I digress. Anyway, the point of that story was really to point out how much this lady sucked.)
So yeah, I am ready to be done with work, and with being uncomfortable. But I also wouldn't mind a few days to get stuff done and also spend quality time with my husband. I just REALLY don't want to have to be induced. I just feel like all roads lead to a C-section in modern delivery rooms these days, and I desperately do not want to have one.
This is so not what I wanted to happen.
Also--kid--WTF? Does my uterus have a little sofa inside, and a flat-screen, and a mini-fridge with some snacks and beverages? Why do you want to stay in there so badly? I promise it's not so bad out here. We're cool, your parents-to-be. You'll like us. Okay, it's true, your nursery is a little WT right now what with the boxes and stuff everywhere and the lack of curtains and the fact that we haven't built the crib yet, but you won't need it right away anyway.
There is a part of me that thinks I should be slightly relieved--I will get the chance to actually complete most everything I wanted to get done. But on the other hand--I have all the grace and agility of Shamu. When I roll over onto my side, away from the nightstand, I have to get my husband to reach over me if I need something from it, because it's that much of a production to roll from side to side. Also, commuting suuuuuuuuucks. People have not been offering me seats. I saw a small opening yesterday, so I sat down, but there wasn't quite enough room for me and the lady I sat next to. Rather than offer her seat, she gave me the side eye!
(But later she gave money to the world's most annoying panhandler, a 20-something douche who said he was staying with friends in Brooklyn and wanted to scrounge up "just a few bucks so we can get a couple of $5 Little Caesar's pizza." I rarely give money to panhandlers, mostly because I never know if I'm doing more harm than good and I'd rather give to food banks and soup kitchens. But when I do give money, it tends to be to young mothers, or old people, or people who generally look like they could use it, not young Brooklyn hipsters. GAH. But I digress. Anyway, the point of that story was really to point out how much this lady sucked.)
So yeah, I am ready to be done with work, and with being uncomfortable. But I also wouldn't mind a few days to get stuff done and also spend quality time with my husband. I just REALLY don't want to have to be induced. I just feel like all roads lead to a C-section in modern delivery rooms these days, and I desperately do not want to have one.
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