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Post by nomorewirehanger on Feb 24, 2016 10:34:54 GMT -7
Get her out.
This will be my plea tomorrow. I know he won't. I know the pain is temporary. Blah blah.
I also know I have an insanely busy weekend ahead of me I'm hoping my husband can be off for. Because what seemed like "no big deal" three months ago seems like a huge fucking deal right now. And I think I'm too damn pregnant to deal with two softball tournaments a track meet three practices and four league games.
Oh... and the rest of life that isn't at a softball field.
I'm done. I don't wanna.
*end whining *
I'm OK but
...Jesus just.
Tired.
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Post by ronin on Feb 24, 2016 11:46:41 GMT -7
That's too much, even for a non-pregnant, not-in-pain person. :/
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Post by nomorewirehanger on Feb 24, 2016 11:54:54 GMT -7
Just pray they don't force him out on OT
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Post by smokinghorse on Feb 24, 2016 21:18:54 GMT -7
Damn, girl. My cyborg theory is gaining merit every day.
Sit down, tell the girls that you have a serious condition/complication that can only be treated by constant foot massage for one hour every day. They can take turns, but if they don't do it?
You will die.
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Post by nomorewirehanger on Feb 24, 2016 22:41:03 GMT -7
Lol. I may just do that.
Husband is worried and trying to help even with work. So there's some " relief." As of now he's not on the schedule for this weekend. Which means he's home to help if not take over completely and just let me "show up" for the games.
I sat off by myself during the scrimmage tonight and just focused on lil mama (and took mental notes for daddy the 'ball' guru so he can work on stuff with her. I know little to BASIC about softball and baseball actual skills. )
I'm gonna make it. Just gotta tap into whatever is left in the reserve tank. I'm only solo until next Thursday night. Then his "daddy leave" officially starts and I can relax. (Except for that Saturday. Where they scheduled him for a random night despite His having requested off. He's working on it. )
Light at the end of the tunnel is there. Just hard to see when you're tired. But if you SQUINT... lol
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Post by nomorewirehanger on Feb 25, 2016 17:28:07 GMT -7
Well. No progress. As you likely gathered from my Facebook.
To cheer myself up I went window shopping in Hobby Lobby with a sonic cup of ice in the vinyl cutting aisle. As a surprise L ordered me the cutter of my DREAMS and that cheered me immensely. (Apparently upside to being in incessant pain and only bitching to online friends and still "adulting" at 38 weeks pregnant while herding four kids solo= guilt ridden Husbands buy you expensive shit.)
I am already plotting all the cuteness I shall create. It's helping pass the time I'm not having a baby. :/
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Post by kissy on Feb 25, 2016 18:44:00 GMT -7
Let it go girl! Daddy got this.  |
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Post by nomorewirehanger on Feb 25, 2016 19:57:31 GMT -7
Lol I am. I'm doing my best to ONLY complain about my discomfort to y'all. (Aren't you blessed. Y'all get my whiney. The rest of the world thinks I'm a perfectly made up rock star of pregnant badass. Except for my swollen feet. No hiding those cankles man. Oof) I don't know why I'm like that. It's like.... if I pretend to the "world" I'm invincible it's almost a pep talk to get to bed time. Truth be told I broke down crying in my kitchen yesterday in pain and ended up getting a piggy back ride to the couch because my feet were so swollen I couldn't walk.  The "world" doesn't need to know all that. |
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Post by smokinghorse on Feb 25, 2016 20:45:08 GMT -7
I call complete and utter bullshit on that, my glowing friend. I think you hold out on us. I think you need to throw youeself a pity party sometime, invite us all, and realize that what you may think of as a pity party is NOTHING of the kind. You are a badass. I could not handle what you handle. Give yourself permission to say "I'm fucking overwhelmed. I can't do this!" Then bawl your eyes out, tell it like it is and stop feeling like that somehow changes how we see you. It doesn't. Honesty isn't weakness. You need look no further than your own responses to me at the cool kids table to see the error in that thought process.
I get the pep talk thing. But sometimes you have to let go of that facade. If you never let yourself fall, you never find out that people are waiting to catch you.
And we are. And we will.
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Post by nomorewirehanger on Feb 25, 2016 20:59:43 GMT -7
Xoxoxox
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Post by nomorewirehanger on Feb 28, 2016 10:28:28 GMT -7
Baby dropped into position overnight.
I only thought I was uncomfortable before. I'm now "super waddles"
After the softball games we are headed home to get the house and vehicles in order. Hubs has decided we are having a leap year baby. Lol
I doubt it. But weirder shit has happened.
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Post by smokinghorse on Feb 28, 2016 11:02:03 GMT -7
May I say it now? Go, Rocky, Go!!!
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Post by nomorewirehanger on Feb 28, 2016 13:35:59 GMT -7
Lol yes you can. We are close enough Lol
L is in the grocery store buying me a steak to cook right now. According to him I'm "pale as shit. You are going home to eat and rest. And its gonna be a rare steak. No fussing out of you. Drown it in a-1 if you have to"
Anemic as hell at the moment. BTW.
Contractions aren't close enough but have hurt like a MOTHA compared to before. I still think its gonna be next week but he's convinced. Lol
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Post by nomorewirehanger on Feb 28, 2016 17:34:55 GMT -7
It's been four hours of him in charge and refusing to let me off the couch.
He's complained about the disorder in the fridge and the spice cabinet.
Complained about where I keep the broom.
Complained about some spilled flour in the pantry on a shelf above my eye level (I suppose there must have been a leak in the bag?)
Oh...and instead of using a skillet like say...a normal person... to make the kids grilled cheese.
He unearthed the sandwich maker from the 90s I haven't used in probably a year? Maybe more?
And complained it hadn't been cleaned "properly" after it's last use.
I've decided I'd rather go into labor early. Risk permanent debilitating injury to my back, push the kid out normal, and send him back to work.
It's got to be better than listening to him bitch about shit he normally wouldn't notice.
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Post by nomorewirehanger on Feb 28, 2016 18:45:34 GMT -7
My sink is over flowing..... there is food all over the stove and kitchen and table...
I asked if anyone was doing dishes... since I'm not allowed off the couch.
"Tomorrow night ..I gotta go buy a light bulb ...the light over the sink is out. I'm not washing dishes in the dark. "
He won't get home until like 5:30 and we have opening ceremonies and a softball game from 6-8 pm.
No.
I'll be up just as he leaves for work. And my kitchen will be clean before the kids get up if I have to drag a lamp in there.
The spice cabinet was "gross" but the sink full of dishes is not a problem apparently....
I can't.
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The "world" doesn't need to know all that.