Issuing an Eviction Notice to Baby
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I’m so sick of being pregnant. I want this baby out and I want him out ASAP. I’m not liking this anymore. I know, I’m due in eleven days, but those eleven days may as well be eleven years because it sure as hell feels like an eternity!
I’m huge.
I’m fat.
I’m cranky.
I’m sore.
I can’t breathe.
38 Weeks
Ugh. I have some stretch marks you can see in that one. Not any fun. Oh well. At least I don’t have a massive amount. I know so many girls who get them all over their stomach to the point its hard to find skin WITHOUT stretch marks.
Baby Belly @ 38 Weeks
I went walking with Allie, and I was having contractions a few days ago and everything. Thought I might go into labor…. But I didn’t. Grr.
Verna, Maddi, Elissa and I went walking. 38 weeks and 4 days.
I'm HUGE. We walked and and did squats. Hopefully it helped some. 38 weeks and 4 days.
I look goofy. I was tired from the walking and the squats. 38 weeks and 4 days.
We went walking today, Verna and I. The first time we went, we brought Maddi on a leash, and Elissa just walked next to me and Verna.
Maddi, Elissa & Verna went walking with me!
The little ones didn’t last very long. Maddi was ready to call it quits and just sat down in the middle of the road and pouted (don’t worry! We watched for cars!).
Poor Maddi. She gave up. "Go on without me!"
Oh well. Poor Maddi. I was surprised she walked as far as she did anyways. She was pretty tired and cranky when we got back to the house. Poor kiddo. She had fun though, so that’s the important part.
Verna and I went walking again after dinner, except Sophie watched Maddi and Elissa so we could walk at a more vigorous pace and do the squats whenever I got contractions. It worked pretty well and I got some really strong ones while we did that. I doubt that I’ll go into labor in the next 24 hours… But I’m hoping it helped me dilate at least a little bit!
I was one centimeter at my last appointment. I have another appointment tomorrow, so we’ll see if that changed any. I don’t think it’s changed much. Maybe a tiny bit, but I don’t think I’m up to two centimeters yet.
Meanwhile, I need to work on my finals. Ugh.
Frustrated
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I seriously don’t know what’s wrong with me.
I’m in a terrible mood. And I have been for the last couple days. I just feel like I’m being excluded from everything.
Dan’s been looking into buying that duplex with his brother, but I’m still not sure I’m entirely comfortable with it. I just don’t feel comfortable around his brother’s girlfriend anymore. I know it sounds bad, but I don’t think that there’s a way I could possibly get over it. It dosen’t even have anything to do with me, but every time I see her I just get filled with this angry rage and I can’t help it. Even though I try, I just can’t.
But aside from that fact, I don’t like being left out of things. We went to go look at the place yesterday and anytime I asked Dan to help with Maddi or do anything he just blew me off or said “She’s fine,” when she really wasn’t. So I didn’t really get to look at much of the house at all. And then the same thing, he tried to exclude me again when I found someone who wanted to take a look at the car… It really bugged me. It’s like… he half-heartedly includes me in things, but really it’s in words only because if I do go or do whatever it is… I won’t really get to go or do whatever it is, because I’ll be the one chasing Maddi around. Not him.
And today, he had an appointment with the mortgage people, and he had just assumed I was staying home with Maddi. I wanted to go. So I did, but Dan and I slept in on accident so we were late… It ended up not really mattering, but it’s alright. But on the way out, Maddi kicked off one of her shoes, and I asked Dan to either put the shoe back on her or take her (I was carrying her) and he didnt do either. He just ignored me. I asked again and he was like “Why can’t you?” and I got really freaking pissed of and screamed “Because it hurts!”
He dosen’t seem to get it. I’m 12 days away from my due date. I’m in pain. I hurt. I get contractions at the drop of a hat. I can’t breathe, and everytime I pick Maddi up I feel like someone just stabbed a pair of scissors up my hoo-ha.
I’m just in a pissy mood and nothing is helping.
Resigned
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The whole situation with my mom… I don’t care anymore. If she presses charges, she presses charges. If she dosen’t, she dosen’t. Of course, I’d prefer she didn’t, because it means less hassle, less inconvenience and less money wasted on legal stuff on my part…
But I’m not going to let her hold the threat of pressing charges over my head to make me do what she wants me to do. It won’t happen. I’m not bending over backwards for her. I’d rather go to court than have the threat of going to court be used against me as a type of blackmail and manipulation. I just won’t do it.
She wants to meet up face to face with me and talk about it all. But really, I have no desire to meet up with her. Whether she’s pressing charges or not. I don’t want to see her. I don’t think I’ll want to see her ever again. I just don’t want her in my life anymore.
She’s never going to change, and she’s proven that over and over and over again. So why should I bother?
Her: Okay. I’ve thought about it.
Me: And?
Her: And we need to talk about it.
Me: So do you want me to call?
Her: Not in my office. And we need to talk in person.
Me: Are you still pressing charges?
Her: That’s what we’re going to talk about.
Me: I really don’t feel comfortable meeting up. Especially when I don’t know what’s what either way.
Her: Well then, how can you try to resolve this like an adult?
Me: You could just tell me yes or no and then we can discuss it further. I really have no desire to meet up with you.
Her: I want to sit down and talk to you face to face. I don’t care if you ask Dan or Papa to be there. I just want to do it face to face.
Me: I really don’t want to be face to face with you anywhere. I’m not trying to be mean but is dosen’t matter much anymore. If you take me to court, you take me to court. If you don’t, you don’t. I’d prefer if you just told me but none of it really matters anymore. You’ve made it quite clear that my apology wasn’t enough.
Me: Aside from yes/no with pressing charges, what is there to talk about?
Me: Okay, well if you want to tell me what’s up, text or call. If not, I guess I’ll get a summons or I won’t.
Her: Talk it over with Dan. There’s no reason why we can’t.
Me: Yes. There is. I’m not comfortable with it. Even with Dan there, and Dan wouldn’t want to go anyways. And I won’t do it with papa because he’s always taking your side. I just want a simple yes or no. We can discuss it further on the phone or email or something… But whether you are or aren’t, what else is there that needs discussed?
Her: Being an adult means not being a coward and hiding behind text, phone etc.
Me: I’m not hiding. I just have no desire to meet up with you. And I don’t see why you can’t just say yes or no. I really don’t want anything to do with you after all of this. Regardless of whether you take me to court or not. So what is there to discuss? I’m about to have a baby. I don’t need the stress.
Me: Do you think you could at least tell me yes or no? Because getting a charge like that ios going to affect my college, career, etc.
A Special Place In Hell…
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(( I got this article from http://somuchmorethanamom.wordpress.com/2009/04/16/narcissistic-mothers/ ))
There is a special place in hell for narcissistic mothers.
I sure as hell hope so, because any “mother” like this deserves a specially reserved spot in hell.
Narcisstic mothers do not have children for the same reasons the rest of us do. They do not look forward to the birth of their child because they can’t wait to see what they look like or what type of personality they will have or who they will become. No, they have children for one reason only. More mirrors. They have children so that the children will love them unconditionally, not the other way around. They have children to do things for them. They have children to reflect their false images. They have children to use, abuse and control them.
This sounds all too familiar. Maybe the lack of the kind of mirrors she wanted was what led her to have so many children, eight to be exact. Nine if she hadn’t had a miscarriage with one.
They don’t see their role as a mother as life’s biggest gift. It’s a burden they didn’t expect. They thought they were creating little “mini-me’s”. They didn’t take into account the fact that somewhere around age 2, these spiteful, ungrateful (in their minds) little creatures start to develop their own individual personalities and wills of their own. For the rest of us, that’s the best part of being a mom…watching our children grow into increasingly independent, confident, free-thinking individuals. For the narcissistic mother, each step away from her is an absolute act of betrayal.
This definitely helps explain why the child who was the baby was always the favorite. My mother’s children ranked as favorite based by age, the youngest was the favorite, the second youngest was the second favorite, the third youngest was the third favorite and the oldest was the least favorite.
Children have emotions that they express quite freely. This annoying practice is squashed as early as possible since narcissists cannot handle emotions. “What is wrong with you?” and “You’re so over-sensitive.” and “You’re overreacting.” are common phrases uttered to children of narcissists.
I remember this. It didn’t matter what I did or said, or why I was upset and whether it was a legitimate concern or not, but my mom would make this incredibly high pitched squeaky screeching voice and immitate me to my face, mocking me and ridiculing me. She would even do it to her friends on the phone about me, saying things like “I’m Sammi, and I’m such a big cry baby and I think my life is soooo bad!”
These mothers end up resenting all the work that goes into raising a child, having no use for them unless they are achieving, doing something or otherwise reflecting their false image onto them. Children are a nuisance to them, taking precious time away from their own agendas. They don’t like to have to shop for clothes for their children, prepare meals for them, do their laundry, pay for daycare, enroll them in activities, drive them to friends’ houses, throw birthday parties, pay for their college educations or protect them from abuse.
My mom liked to shop, but it was all more for her than anything. Even when she bought things for us, they were really things SHE liked, or SHE wanted us to use or have, generally forcing us to immitate her own style or preferences. Even to this day, my mother fails to recognize the behaviors, and actions (both mental and physical) that she took that were abusive, towards me as a minor. She dosen’t recognize them as abuse. More as “mistakes” and she “apologized” so it’s okay. But these “mistakes” were on a frequent, regular basis.
They will use their children as slaves. They will delegate all household chores to the children as early as possible. They will insist that they pay for their own personal items and clothing as early as possible. Older children will become responsible for younger children. No matter how many of her responsibilites her children take on, it will never be enough or be done well enough. They expect perfection and constantly remind their children that they fail to meet this expectation.
I moved back in with my mom in January when I was 14, and less than a month later, I was being forced to watch all of her kids (who refused to listen to me because they hardly knew me) and do the majority of the household chores (which she took credit for when her husband got home) while she locked herself in her room chatting with men online, and having affairs via the web.
Of course, they train their children to believe that they are the ideal mother. Any evidence to the contrary is to be kept secret at all costs. They will behave much differently towards their children in public than they do at home. They will vehemently deny any wrong-doing on their part and most likely blame their children, completely re-writing history.
My mother was ALWAYS someone different in public than she was at home. She always had appearances to keep up, and if I strayed from anything or said anything that was contradictory to the desired appearance, I was punished.
Narcissistic mothers don’t stop being narcissists when their children become adults. They will play siblings against each other. They will compare siblings. They will talk to siblings about each other. When they have a problem with one , they will talk to another about it.
My mother forced my siblings to all delete me as a friend off of their myspaces. She didn’t let them talk to me or email me for the longest time, and then claimed it was for reasons that were no longer applicable. My siblings have been PUNISHED for talking to me before.
They are jealous of their childrens’ successes, even though they brag to others about them (’see how great MY kids turned out”). They will make snide comments if they think one of their adult children has a better marriage, house, job, etc. than they do. They are thrilled when they perceive that one of their adult children has failed in some way (although they never tell others about these “failures”, it reflects poorly on them). They are more than happy to assist when necessary because that makes them look good, plus, there is an added bonus of having favors to collect on. Asking a narcissistic mother for a favor feels like selling your soul to the devil. It’s emotional extortion.
My mother was very negative when I told the family I had all A’s. Made a snide remark about “We’ll see how long that lasts.”
These mothers steal their kids’ childhoods, identities and future healthy relationships. They will keep on taking and sucking the life out of their children for as long as they live, if their children allow it. It is incredibly difficult and painful to acknowledge that your mother never loved you without blaming yourself. She raised you to blame yourself for everything. It is, however, necessary to do so in order to insure that this insidious disorder isn’t perpetuated generation after generation.
I was starting to fall into some of the same patterns as my mother when I was having my own marital issues, but I saw it. I was able to recognize it and put a stop to it before it spun out of control. And I’m thankful I was able to do that… Because I don’t want to be where my mother is at her age, twenty years from now.
Denali KidCare
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Thank goodness!
So of you know, I’ve been struggling to get approved for Denali KidCare (the medicaid program for pregnant women and children under eighteen) since nearly september, and I’ve applied three times!
Thankfully, all of 2008 didn’t affect us much financially because we had already met our deductible, meaning that we didn’t have to pay anything out of pocket for my prenatal care and hospital issues. However, when the calendar year started over in January, our deductible went back to zero, and it’s pretty high so having to pay for those things would have broke us, especially considering I had to go to the ER once, and was hospitalized for three days, and all of my bills kept stacking up.
Finally, with my third application, I sent every stinking peice of paperwork I could possible think of that they MIGHT need, even if it was something stupid and silly. And then I called them last week to see if they could get my case through sooner because I was due in less than three weeks, and they did! Yay!
I was worried they wouldn’t cover my medical expenses for January, February and March, but I got the letter today, and not only am I approved, but they’re backdating everything to January 1st!
I’m so relieved. This really helps. Especially considering how much these bills were and how badly it would have broken us.
Thank goodness for the small joys and reliefs in life!
Bogus. Completely Freaking Bogus.
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So, I’ve since tried to talk things out with my mom and that really hasn’t gotten me anywhere. All I keep hearing from her, and my grandfather is “An apology isn’t good enough” and you need to sit down and think of what you can do to make this situation better, or fix it to some degree.”
What the hell could I possibly do?! An apology should be adequate. And she should be willing to accept it. What else could I possibly do? Short of handing her a check for a million dollars (which I can’t do, and which I wouldn’t do even if I could) what more is there for me to do?! You shouldn’t have to buy someone’s forgiveness through actions or deeds or gestures. That’s not how it works.
And apparently I’m “evil.” And one day “Maddi will see me for who I really am, and will know that she wasn’t allowed to have a relationship with her grandma because her mom used her like a pawn.” That’s not the case at all. My mom was hardly a mom to me. How can I expect her to be a grandma to MY children? I don’t trust her. She’s deceptive, and secretive and manipulative.
And regardless of how many times I apologize, she still remains adamant that she’s going to press charges to “teach me that with actions come consequences.” And she just dosen’t know if anything can be done to resolve it outside of court.
And then my grandpa has the nerve to suggest I need to go back to counseling to “better understand why I did what I did?” Umm… i know why I did what I did. It’s not a very good reason, and it certainly dosen’t excuse what I did, but I was angry. I was upset. I was mad. I knew she was lying and that anger made me want to prove it somehow.
I don’t need to pay a counselor to tell me that. I already know that. I owe my grandpa $2800 right now, I have around $900 in collections. And I can’t even buy groceries most of the time. What the hell does he think I would pay money for very UNNEEDED counseling for? Money I don’t have, and if I did, could be put to much better use than paying a shrink to tell me something I already know..
Whatever man.
If she wants to press charges, then she can press the damn charges. I don’t even care anymore. Nothing will be solved by pressing charges. I even told her that, and she said “How am I supposed to ever trust you again?” Umm… Getting me put in jail or on probation or what not, will that make you trust me more? I don’t even freaking care anymore. Nothing good will come of this by trying to get me into legal trouble. Nothing good at all. All it will do is further the rift between us, and really make it so she’ll never see me of my children again. She was barely seeing them BEFORE all of this.
I apologized. I meant my apology, but it’s not good enough for her. I’m not going to sit around and plan out a hundred and one ways to make her forgive me or do something nice for her to make her drop the charges or whatnot. I’m not jumping through hoops and bending over backwards to get her forgiveness. I shouldn’t have to. And her, being someone who has required forgiveness on many occasions… Should be a little more willing to give it. Especially when she has received it so freely from others, without expectations of other actions, deeds, or favors.
What’s that bible story where the guy has a debt, and the debt collector forgives his debt, and then the guy goes and throws people who are indebted to him into debters prison???
Not Fun
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So, I did something wrong. I know that. I shouldn’t have gotten into my mom’s email. I had no right to do that.
I was just getting so frustrated having her parade around acting like she was the epitome of perfection and that everything she said and did was praiseworthy. I got tired of knowing, in my heart, that she was lying to all of us, lying to everyone.
So, when it occurred to me, that I might be able to find some concrete proof… I really wanted to. Maybe to justify my own feelings. I felt like a bitch being so angry at her and so suspicious, with no specific cause (at least from an outsider’s view).
There’s been so much that I want to say to her, and tell her… But I just can’t. I’m not like her. I can’t tear into someone without proof. I can’t make accusations and give someone a piece of my mind without second thoughts like she can. I’m not completely heartless.
But, she’s trying to exert her “authority.” She told me she’s pressing charges. And that I “need to learn that I can’t get away with these things.” I told her, I know it was wrong, and I was sorry. I told her I know that I shouldn’t have done what I did and I really wasn’t using my head, but that’s not good enough. She’s still pressing charges.
Great. Press charges against you 38 weeks pregnant daughter, who’s broke and living with your soon-to-be-ex-husband with her own husband and two kids. That will really solve things and make things better.
I know I did something wrong. But seriously… is it really so serious that she feels she needs to press charges against me? Is she really that self-righteous that she has to do that as part of a power struggle? A way to prove she’s “better” than me? Come on. Look at all the times she’s been shown grace. Curt could have had her thrown in jail last fall when she was physically attacking him… He didn’t. She almost went to jail for writing bad checks when I was a toddler. She could have been forced into a psychiatric unit when she threatened to kill me and herself… But Curt bailed her out.
I did something bad. I wasn’t thinking. I understand. But I guess she’s too high and mighty to accept my apology. Instead she wants to make me pay. That’s what it’s about. Vengeance and having the upper hand. She never cared about me, and I highly doubt she genuinely cares about any of her other children. She’s not doing this out of love. She’s doing it out of revenge.
She’s mad she got caught in her lies. And if the attention is on me getting charges pressed against me… Then the attention is off of her and her indiscretions.
What’s really sick… is that she probably genuinely believes shes “helping by hurting.”
My Art Final
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Dream Catchers
The dream catchers were originally known as “spirit catchers” and were meant to protect the bodies of the dead from being inhabited by evil spirits.
It was very important that the dream catchers be made with the person they were intended to protect, in mind.
Supplies
Metal Hoop
Fishing Twine
Colored Floss
Feathers
Small Beads
Large Beads
Hot Glue Gun
Thick Wrapping Cord
Decorative Yarn & String
White Floss
Step One: Wrapping The Hoops
Wrapping The Hoop For The Dream Catcher
The first step is to wrap the thick white cording around the metal hoop. This had to be done VERY tightly. You should NOT be able to twist the cording, or move it at all if it’s tight enough. It is advisable to use hot glue to reinforce the tightness of the cording every 3-5 inches.
Step Two: Finishing The Cording
Finished Cording
When the cord is done being wrapped around the hoop, the loose ends from the beginning piece of cord, and end piece of cord, should be tied tightly together and hot glue gunned to form a knot around the hoop, and then tied again a little further down so they create a loop that the dream catcher can be hung by when it is completed.
Step Three: Twine Webbing
Anita showing me how to do the twine webbing.
Dream catchers may have many or only a few layers of “webbing” in the center of the hoop. The dream catcher I made had three layers.
Working on the first layer of webbing (twine).
By working the twine around the hoop in a series of intricate knots and loops, and placing beads on the twine, we created the first layer of webbing.
Step Four: Second Layer Of Webbing (Multi-colored Floss)
The Second Layer Of Webbing (Multi-Colored Floss).
The second layer of webbing should be done with the multi-colored floss to create more contrast and depth in the dream catcher. Unlike the first layer, the second layer does not need beads. The second layer should be done in a patter different than the first layer. It is important to keep everything very tight as you work, or else the dream catcher may sag.
Step Five: Third Layer Of Webbing (Single Colored Floss)
The Third Layer of Webbing (Single-Colored Floss).
The third layer of webbing should be done in a single colored floss or string. The color depends on what color theme your dream catcher has. We used white for this one.
This is the final layer of webbing for the center of the dream catcher. From the very center, with the excess string, we attach beads and braided it a little to create a “friendship knot.” This makes the dream catcher more three dimensional.
Step Six: The River
The Beginning of The River
The long trails of strings coming off of the dream catcher are called the “river.” Each string is measured exactly the same length. And each cluster of strings in the river consists of 6 strands of the multicolored floss, five strands of hand-made decorative floss, 3 strands of white floss, and one strand of a larger, decorative string or yarn. We alternated what decorative string or yarn we used for each cluster in the river.
The River Begining To Grow
The river is woven in between the webbing and to hoop towards the bottom of the dream catcher. It can be very difficult to but the river clusters in place between the webbing and the hoop and takes a great deal of patience.
The Completed River
The river should cover one-quarter, to one-third of the hoop, and should be long and flowing. Once you’ve reached a width for your river that you are satisfied with, then it is time to move on to the next step. Keep in mind, the river should appear very full.
Step Seven: Accenting The River And Hoop
Accenting The River And Hoop
Using various colored feathers, we decorated the dream catcher. Feathers were easily added into the river by using strings in the river and tying them into place. Adding feathers around the hoop however, took more weaving, string, and application of hot glue.
Notes & Observations
The Finished Dream Catcher
I made my dream catcher with my daughter in mind, and I would say the colors suit her well.
I had only thought the dream catcher would take an hour or two, but we spent upwards of eight hours working on the project, between all of the steps.
The dream catchers look simple, but they are much more difficult than they appear and several times, I had to go back and undo steps to redo them again.
The Final Product
The Final Product. Gorgeous!
Pregnancy News!
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So, before this point, I had been seeing a certified nurse midwife for my prenatal appointments (except for the ultrasound appointments. I saw the actual obstetrician for those.) but since I’m a potential VBAC’er (vaginal birth after cesarean), I have to start seeing the obstetrician for my very last appointments. I had my first appointment with him today (aside from the two ultrasound appointments I had previously.)
He seemed pretty rushed today, but I think they were just running behind in the office. And that’s fine. I understand how it is. But he did have some good news for me! I’m officially one centimeter dilated! He said he was able to touch the baby’s head, so that’s a good indication that things are progressing! Last week at my appointment with the midwife, she said I was a fingertip, and not even a centimeter yet. So yay! This is good news! Just have to KEEP progressing. If I get to two centimeters, I bet you anything I won’t have to have a c-section!
Maybe all those herbal methods I’ve been using are starting to work, now that I’m closer to my due date? I’m still taking the evening primrose oil (orally and vaginally) and I’m drinking about 3 cups of red raspberry leaf tea a day! Yay! I’m so excited about this!
I’ve got eighteen days left! Eighteen days until my due date! It still seems like it’s ages away though! I wish it was time NOW! I just can’t stand all this waiting around stuff. It’s not any fun! I’m ready to meet my little man! And to be able to breathe again!
Anyways, I’m just excited about that. Maddi’s taking a nap right now (we’re at my grandma’s) and then I’ll be headed over to Verna’s mom’s house to do an art project for my final in my art class! Wish me luck!
Ditziness & A Lazy Day
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I’m such a ditz sometimes. I completely spaced that today was Tuesday, meaning I had class at 4pm online that I failed to login for. Oops. They all probably thought I went into labor or something. Gah. Today’s been a pretty braindead day for me. I’ve been trying, but I just can’t motivate myself!
I’m ready to be done being pregnant. I just want this kid out already! I have nineteen days left until my due date, but those nineteen days seem like an eternity! I’m tired of not being able to breathe or move without my hips and tailbone popping! It’s a HUGE pain, and it does NOT feel good. I’m ready to call it quits being pregnant! Plus, I really want to meet the little bugger who thinks it’s fun to run his fingers and toes along my ribs like a kid would with a stick on a wrought iron fence!
I’m STILL doing the evening primrose oil and the red raspberry leaf tea. My midwife recommended I cut back to 1 capsule a day (instead of 6, 3 vaginally, and 3 orally) but I decided to keep doing it this way. It didn’t really seem to make much of a difference at my last appointment, so we’ll see. I’m still drinking a minimum of 3 cups of red raspberry leaf tea a day. Occasionally, I drink four, but usually it’s three. The taste has actually kind of grown on me though. I’m starting to like it!
Last night, I psyched myself out thinking I might be in the beginning stages of labor. I got a bunch of contractions, and every time I coughed or cleared my throat my cervix hurt, and I got those little sharp stabbing pains in it. Some people don’t know what I’m talking about, but I swear I can feel it stretching and opening. It hurts! I’m still only 1cm, and there’s not much change there, which I’m REALLY bummed about, but there’s still time. I just need to keep progressing.
Tomorrow I have an appointment with my doctor. Normally I see the CNM who works under him, but once you hit 36 weeks and you’re a VBAC, then you have to see the actual obstetrician, which I’m fine with. I love both of them. I’m so loyal. I recommend them to everyone and I refuse to go to anybody else. Between him and the midwife, they’re an awesome team and I couldn’t have asked for better!
I was supposed to go on a walk today, but between my cold, and my lack of energy, I really didn’t feel like it, and when I asked Dan if he wanted to go, he didn’t feel like it either… So I just didn’t go. I’m lazy. What can I say? I’m allowed a lazy day, especially when I’m sick!
I’ve looked more into what it would take to become an obstetrician, and the more I read, the more I think I’m going to try to do that instead of a CNM. For the time being, I’ll work on finishing my associate’s of arts, then my A.A.S nursing, and then the bridge program from A.A.S. nursing to BSN. And then take it from there… but everything I’m reading and researching is making me want to do it. So who knows! Maybe a few years from now, you’ll see me posting on here an announcement about which medical school I got into! I really think I could do it… I’m smart enough… It’s just a matter of applying the time.
Maddi and Mommy cruising through the hallway!
We sure make a goofy pair!