
That sucks, Queenie! My family is the same way- if anyone's in the hospital having a baby, the whole family loads up the minivan and comes a-runnin.
I already told my mom, who has been
begging me to let her be there for the birth that I will not only NOT let her be there, but I'm not calling when I go into labor. It's hard because I really want my little SIL there (she had a very traumatic botched c-sec and I would love to have her experience a natural homebirth, which is what she originally wanted), but I can't just invite SIL, because my mom would tag along, you know?
DH and I have pretty much decided to have a pseudo-UC (pseudo because we're going to have a friend there who has BTDT), but I'm still seeing my MW. I dread going, and have actually started to lie about my weight because I'm so sick of the lectures that follow. I know I'm fat, thank you! The stretch marks tell me so, I'm tired of looking at the scale, and I'm tired of hearing the "you need to cut out carbs" lecture. I should be allowed to just sit back and enjoy the last few weeks of this pregnancy- do you know how much happier I'd be if I could just not feel guilty for eating a piece of buttered whole wheat bread, or sitting on the couch with my feet up, reading a book? But the whole time, I'm sitting here thinking, "is this bread going to make me gain MORE weight?" or "I need to be on the treadmill- why am I still sitting here?"
*steam*
I need to just let go. I need to just tell the MW that she's making me miserable, and even if we hadn't already decided to have a UC, I wouldn't call her during labor anyway because of all the negative energy. Last week, when I dropped DH off for work, I burst into tears and told him I'm just about ready to throw in the towel, give up this homebirth that we so desperately wanted, and go to the hospital and let them just drug me up six ways from Sunday because I have lost my will to deal with this. Drama, I know. But I've always had issues with my body. For a while, I felt sexy. I'm gorgeous, I'm fertile, I'm glowing! But now, all I can think about is stretch marks, cellulite, and the fact that I have NEVER in my life been this heavy.
So sorry for the rant- I just really needed to get that off my chest. And I needed to confess to someone that I lied about my weight- I can't tell you how rotten I feel about that.

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