40 + 2 also and still here. My parents are coming Saturday, not Tuesday so there will be no babymoon for me and DP. Assuming the baby even comes before/while they are here. We've been kind of fighting since last night. DSD has some emotional issues and just started therapy a couple of weeks ago (it took several years to get her mom to agree). The therapist was stressing to DP how important it is that he spend a lot of time with her now and after the baby is born, so now he feels all guilty that we planned to have a 1 week babymoon, which would mean we would skip having her with us the first weekend after the baby is born. My needs have always come second to hers (and I accept that as a step-mom), but in this case it really upset me.
This is what I imagine happening. I have the baby. She shows up a few days later. And I get to hear a litany of 'what's for breakfast/lunch/dinner' 'I'm bored' 'what are we doing tomorrow', etc. And for sure at least 1 or 2 tantrums about something. All this despite the fact that she is 11.5, more than capable of cooking herself something to eat, and we live in a good neighborhood with parks and she's free to roam around. DP says she really wants to help. I say she says she wants to help, but she only says so when there actually isn't anything to do.
So anyway, we aren't going to skip any of her weekends. He says if there is a conflict of needs at any time she is here my/baby needs win. But she is really capable of pushing his buttons and making him lose patience REALLY FAST, which of course stresses me to no end. I'm torn between anger because I shouldn't have to deal with this crap and guilt because she really needs to be/feel part of the whole family. Maybe she'll actually behave and be helpful. We'll see.
And rather than end of that cheery note, let me share my dream from last night with you all, it's pretty funny. I'll preface it with telling you our kitchen is nearly completedd but still under construction (it will be a couple weeks yet).
I went into labor at home and it was so fast I had the baby in the kitchen (which was finished). I was looking for my weight watchers food scale to weigh the baby and when I found it, it didn't have enough battery, and it took 4 - 9v batteries (which it doesn't). Instead of doing the immediate skin to skin contact with the baby, I left her laying on the counter (yep, a girl!!) and I ran around the house pulling the batteries out of smoke detectors while DP made dinner. And then, I was getting a ladder to get the last one out of the detector in the upstairs cathedral ceiling (which we don't have) and suddenly realized I was supposed to be skin to skin with the baby and ran down to the kitchen (where she's still just laying there on the counter) and started throwing off my clothes to "do this right".
Then I woke up and was still pregnant. When I told DP about it he said: does that mean the baby isn't coming until the kitchen is done? LOL
This is what I imagine happening. I have the baby. She shows up a few days later. And I get to hear a litany of 'what's for breakfast/lunch/dinner' 'I'm bored' 'what are we doing tomorrow', etc. And for sure at least 1 or 2 tantrums about something. All this despite the fact that she is 11.5, more than capable of cooking herself something to eat, and we live in a good neighborhood with parks and she's free to roam around. DP says she really wants to help. I say she says she wants to help, but she only says so when there actually isn't anything to do.
So anyway, we aren't going to skip any of her weekends. He says if there is a conflict of needs at any time she is here my/baby needs win. But she is really capable of pushing his buttons and making him lose patience REALLY FAST, which of course stresses me to no end. I'm torn between anger because I shouldn't have to deal with this crap and guilt because she really needs to be/feel part of the whole family. Maybe she'll actually behave and be helpful. We'll see.
And rather than end of that cheery note, let me share my dream from last night with you all, it's pretty funny. I'll preface it with telling you our kitchen is nearly completedd but still under construction (it will be a couple weeks yet).
I went into labor at home and it was so fast I had the baby in the kitchen (which was finished). I was looking for my weight watchers food scale to weigh the baby and when I found it, it didn't have enough battery, and it took 4 - 9v batteries (which it doesn't). Instead of doing the immediate skin to skin contact with the baby, I left her laying on the counter (yep, a girl!!) and I ran around the house pulling the batteries out of smoke detectors while DP made dinner. And then, I was getting a ladder to get the last one out of the detector in the upstairs cathedral ceiling (which we don't have) and suddenly realized I was supposed to be skin to skin with the baby and ran down to the kitchen (where she's still just laying there on the counter) and started throwing off my clothes to "do this right".
Then I woke up and was still pregnant. When I told DP about it he said: does that mean the baby isn't coming until the kitchen is done? LOL
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