So I’m now in the “elite” club! :haha: From this point on I’ll have my OB/GYN appointments :nurse: every week rather than bi-weekly (how it’s been for the past two months) or monthly (how it was before the past two months). Yay! I’m 35 weeks and two days. Alyssa’s heartbeat was a nice, steady 148bpm. I also had the oh-so-fun culture swabbing (in both places where the sun don’t shine! :ack:) and I was weighed – I lost a pound! :sing: Yes, losing a pound excites me.
You know, I’m starting to get depressed over how I’ve physically changed from being pregnant. So many of my favorite shirts don’t fit right. I own about eighteen pairs of jeans but can only fit comfortably into…hmm…one. :wtf: So I wear those jeans, my work pants (which are getting tight), my black maternity pants, and a pair of side-buttoning stretchy type pants that I stole from Daniel. Actually, he stole them from me about two years ago – I’m just taking back what’s rightfully mine! :angelic: I hope that after I have Alyssa I can bounce back to pre-pregnancy form relatively quickly. And I’ll be staying on a careful diet (as I have been for this whole pregnancy, hence why I’ve only “gained” twelve pounds – most of which is Alyssa and fluids) and breastfeeding, so I’ll hopefully be able to continue to lose weight, slowly but steadily. My goal is 225 lbs. Right now I’m about 55 lbs. shy of that. :sigh: But, I’m working on it! :nod:
Right now I’m adding some member submitted themes to Seduced and surfing through my dailies. Then it’s off to work at 7:00pm. :burger:
Oh, and the rash on my face? It’s still there, vivid as ever. Hey, maybe customers will think I’m diseased and think twice about ordering from us! ;)
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Today was just blah. :blah: I never did feel any better, but I still dragged myself over to an outpatient center to get some blood work done that the OB/GYN requested. Lucky me. Nothing like feeling queasy and drippy and lightheaded and having to gulp down a cup of cold, slightly-congealing-sprite-loaded-with-sugar. :puke: It was disgusting. :yuck:
As far as calling the doctor, there’s nothing they would do. :ack: Ever notice how in general, there’s medications for fevers, coughing, sore throats, stuffiness, etc., but not a damn thing to be done about vomiting? :irked: Besides, I’m 35 weeks pregnant. No meds for Jenn! And I would only be admitted into the hospital if the vomiting was persistent, lasted more than a day and if I couldn’t even keep fluids down. And the rash on my face? This is the third time it’s popped up, and each time it’s worse. Like my mother pointed out, I better find the source, because my allergic reaction will keep getting worse each time I’m exposed. 
It could go from just a rash on my face to breathing problems, etc. I have a feeling it may be this one cleaning product used on the broiler, because I’m not around it very much, and it was being used Monday night while I was nearby (within two feet) doing dishes. Hmmm.
Right now I’m just killing time until my late night dinner is done – some pasta. Yummy. :yummy: I had some toast and cheese earlier tonight (around 8:00pm), so I’m over whatever icky bug I had. Now I’m just tired and run down. :zzz: Thank you for all the get well wishes. :hug: I just need to get a good night’s sleep and then I should be all rested up. 
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I feel like death warmed over. :dead: Daniel and I went to bed around 3:30am. By 5:00am I was woken up because I felt really sick to my stomach. I laid there in a daze for a few minutes, then realized that the feeling wasn’t going to go away. :sigh: So, stumbling into the bathroom I went, and threw up so long/loud that I even woke Daniel up. :ack: Then I cleaned up, brushed my teeth, and crawled back into bed.
Today I just feel like complete and utter shit. :16tons: I have a headache, my sides still ache, and I’m hungry but afraid to eat much (I had a few bites of a plain waffle). And, as Daniel noticed before leaving for work, my face is all broken out with that icky red/purple rash I’ve gotten before.
Blah. Shoot me now. I just want to crawl back into bed and sleep and sleep and sleep.
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Always drama. :eyeroll: How many women’s fiances/husbands actually like their mother-in-laws? :shrug: Anyway, I talked to my mom and let her know that perhaps it’d be better if it was just Daniel and I. Originally she was okay with it and just said she was a bit disappointed, but then tonight when I was talking to her on the phone she was angry about it. She said she told my grandmother and that my grandmother’s advice is to have a “fine, be that way” attitude and not do anything for me/us – babysitting, helping out with :washingmachine: laundry (which, by the way, I pay her for), etc. She calmed down and said that she’s just upset because she wanted to be there for the birth, and then of course launched into the “reasons why I hate Daniel” speech. Blah blah blah. :frustrated: Then I come home and ask Daniel again about trying to be nice to my mom, but that’s like talking to a fucking wall. I swear, they both make me sick.
Anyway. Lucky me, I got called into work tonight. :irked: Actually, it wasn’t too bad. I can’t think of any real morons or people that pissed me off, besides the typical twits who don’t respond when I greet them over the drive-thru intercom:
Me: Hi, welcome to Burger King, how can I help you?
Them: …silence… some random giggling.
Me: Hello, can I help you?
Them: …more giggling…
Me: Fine, please hold. *hits standby button, which “mutes” the intercom to us, so we don’t hear them.*
:rotfl: Don’t waste my time bitches!
I’m bored. :ack:
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I was talking on the phone with Daniel (fiance) tonight, and, like our conversations tend to do lately, we started talking about Alyssa and me going into labor/delivery. Anyway, I’m not sure how it came about, but Daniel remarked that he really didn’t want my mother there when I’m in labor/delivering Alyssa. He wants it to be just him and I and her (on her way out), our own family.
Now, I know that sounds sweet, and believe me, it is, but he also knows that my mother has had the general assumption that she’d be there for the labor/delivery. I let that assumption go, because it was [i]my[/i] general assumption as well, since that’s how it is with my family (my grandmother was there with my dad when I was born, she was with my mother’s second husband when Yusef was born, etc.), and I never thought otherwise, and up until this point Daniel never said anything.
But it’s not easy, because I know my mother, and I know that she’ll be [b]very[/b] upset if I tell her that she can’t be there for the labor/delivery, even though she’s more than welcome to come and visit the three of us immediately afterwards. My mother will lay all sorts of guilt trips on me about how she’s done so much for me, this is the thanks she gets, all she wants is to see her granddaughter born, etc.
What’s also not easy is the fact that my mother and Daniel don’t like each other very much, and each knows how the other feels.
My mother’s main “beef” with Daniel is that he’s too immature (in the past he has been, at times he still is, but then, so am I, so who am I to point fingers? And he’s mature when and where where it [b][i]really[/i][/b] counts – such as working, paying the bills, etc.)
Daniel feels that my mother is too impulsive (it’s rubbed off on me, which is why it irks him so much) and that she’s too intrusive. And in a way, I agree with the last part – but I know she’s like that because she’s lonely, not because she [b]wants[/b] to be intrusive and be a pain in the ass.
What would you do in this situation? It’s one of the following:
1) disregard Daniel’s feelings and have both him and my mother there – this results in Daniel not being happy, being grumpy and withdrawn, and possibly walking out if he gets annoyed with my mother (can you believe he actually threatened to do this?!)
2) tell my mother that Daniel and I would like it to just be “us” and that she can visit – this results in her being angry at me, laying guilt trips, etc.
I guess what also makes it hard is that I’m 45% in agree with Daniel (it would be nice to [b]just[/b] be the two of us. My mother has a habit of being a bit of a railroader and “assertive” with comments/opinions that aren’t always wanted/needed at a particular time/place/situation), and 55% towards wanting my mother there… that’s what she’s been expecting, and for me it’d be a bit reassuring to have someone there who’s been through labor/delivery three times.
Argh. I’m just so upset over this, because no matter what I do there are going to be hurt feelings and backlash coming at [b][u]ME[/u][/b]. In a way I feel like saying fuck both of them and having Alyssa by myself with no one in the room but the doctors and nurses. At least that way, while they’ll both be mad at me, neither can say I played favorites and “chose” one over the other.
Blah. *cry* Nothing like being 35 weeks pregnant (only five to go!) and practically in hysterics and why…? Because my fiance doesn’t like my mother and is basically making me choose between him and her and threatening to not be there for the birth of his daugther if I don’t choose in his favor?!
The pathetic part in all this? I know I’m upset and yet I still give in to the urge for a compulsive eating splurge. Yay for waffles and macaroni and cheese. *sigh*
