Originally Posted by meesh933
When the radiologist came to take us back for the xrays, she asked me if there was a chance I could be pregnant. Uh, yeah. What kind of question is that?? I'm 36 weeks pregnant and HUGE.
So bizarre! I love how she phrased it like "is there a chance you could be pregnant," as if you hadn't considered the possibility before she brought it up. Friggin' weirdo.
Originally Posted by IwannaBanRN
Errg! Anyone ever feel like the universe is just against them that day because NOTHING will go right? Just attempted to go to an appt, then pick up diapers from someone's house, and meet up with some moms so they could get to know me better but NONE of it worked out. By the time I said "f**k it" I was just in tears. I had my poor son with me, so he could meet some other kids, and he had to see me sobbing and yelling at other cars to get out of the way when they didn't drive right. I couldn't get home fast enough. I hate it. Blah! I'm gonna go eat something.
Um YES. I am totally guilty of screaming at the top of my lungs at other cars on many occasions. Or just screaming at the top of my lungs in general while driving. Couple that with a day that just isn't happening and I can think of no situation more infuriating. I'm SO sorry your plans all went down the tube. Good call on eating something, I hope you feel better Becky!
I am super irritable today. In fact, to say I am "super irritable" doesn't come close to TOUCHING how I feel today. I slept from like 3:30am till 6:45am, then was up for awhile, then slept from about 10 till 1, then finally got up. Since then I have been super bitchface. Just SO crabby and teary and pissed off at everything. Just now I typed out this entire post and the computer decided to spontaneously delete it and I almost threw the monitor across the effing room (I STILL want to. Badly.).
Every time I get a little ache or twinge down low I'm like "Shut the hell up, quit effing with me" -- I'm so sick of symptom-spotting and wondering and getting excited and then having NOTHING happen. It was exciting a week ago and now I'm just like, eff you BODY, go into hardcore labor or just SHUT UP. Unless my water breaks, I'm not believing any stupid "signs." I'm sick of it. I'm sick of hanging out in this stupid house with DH's stupid effing grandmother who never shuts the hell up and waiting for this stupid baby who's never going to stupid be born.
So that's where I'm at today, yay!