Yah, I know. It HAS been a while since I've posted. I've been a bit...OVERWHELMED lately. Why, you ask?
Braxton Hicks are kicking my ass. It is hard to walk/bend/wait tables/breathe when your abdomen from crotch to ribcage feels like a rock. Quite often.
Housework. Housework. Housework.
Homework. Homework. Homework.
I'm tired, ya'll.
I know that this diet I'm on is beneficial for all. However, I'm not creative in the kitchen. I am getting incredibly bored with my food choices.
I'm nervous, ya'll. What if I have to have a c-section? What if Jackson isn't healthy? Whatifwhatifwhatif...
I know I am a lush. Those who know me know this, so they won't be surprised when I say I COULD USE SOME WINE. I know...it's OK to have one. I need a bottle.
My support system is my friend Amanda. Thank GOD for Amanda. She lets me vent. She lets my cry hysterically. She lets me be mad, all without judgement.
Laura, if you are reading...I'm about ready for Italy.
OK. Pity party is over.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Frustrated
Posted by Heather at 6:14 PM
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Damn, I really thought the baby shower would at least make a sentence on your blog. You know there are others that care about you and are here for you, too.
Kristin, I do have an email address and a phone number.
Ok, so we've picked a name !!
And I must say, I like it ;) We called Jack Jackson for about the first 4 years he was alive.
I didn't really have BH with Dagny but Good God do I remember them with Jack. I remember at one OB appointment, they brought it the "doctors in training" to feel my tummy. They were all " feel THAT? THAT is a B.H." You could actually see my stomach contorting. When do you start maternity leave? It sounds like you need to be on it woman....
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