And Life Goes On...
|Well I only have 75 days left in my pregnancy and as the count goes down faster and faster my fear grows. I know that pregnancy is a natural part of life and that there babies born every second of everyday, but for me it is terrifying. Will I be a good enough parent? Will the baby have problems? Will I be able to manage the pain of the labour? I guess the only way to find out is wait and see what happens in less than 11 weeks.|
Life seems to be full of ups and downs at the moment. Yesterday I had to see a new gyno so that I can go to the hospital I want instead of the hospital that my own gyno works with. I don't like this new guy. He mutters to himself, wont explain anything and acts like we are an inconvenience. At least I wont have to have much to do with him. At least we finally got to heat the babies heart beat. The good news is that after I saw this guy, I was able to get booked into the hospital straight away. I must say, not only is this hospital less than an hour away (the other is 2 hours away on lonely windy roads), but the people are a lot nicer, they go out of their way to include my prince and it is a much nicer hospital.
And now for the other things going on in my world. After sorting out all the baby clothes that we have it has been discovered that not only do we mainly have girls clothes (to bad if it is a boy), we also do not have any warm clothes. We have heaps of jumpsuits and little T-shirts, but they wont be any good when the baby is going to be born in winter. Looks like if my mother doesn't start sewing soon we are going to end up with a naked baby in blankets when the few jump suits run out.
It looks like both of our mothers are on the verge of major breakdowns and are holding on the the thought of their first grand child in order to keep a small about of sanity. My mother's back and shoulder are so bad that the only part of her body that is actually working properly is her left arm. Now this wouldn't be so bad if she didn't have to do data entry all day long. She is going to see a neurosurgeon soon, but if he says that she needs an operation I know that she will be saying no sue to the fact that she just cannot afford to take the time off work.
My Prince's mother is running herself into the ground chasing around after her mother. The old bat keeps ending up on the verge of death so everyone goes running then she pulls through and starts all over again. She should of been dead along time ago except for the fact the one of her other daughters made the hospital take the "Do Not Resuscitate" order off so the revived her when she should of been dead. There is a lot more details I could go into but I do not know how to write it in away that those not involved in the family would understand.
Other than all that, I am in a lot of pain due to the pregnancy, I am always tired, depressed and cranky.