Am I too late for the party???
Okay, first of all, I am the last one due in our DDC. Do you know how much it sucks to hear that some of you are almost 36 weeks? I am green with envy.
My tonsils are swollen, and so I almost choke myself to death when I try to sleep on my side. Dh has to wake me up, or else I wake myself up gasping for air.
We've cut back on sex since I had a dilating scare, but I refuse to be completely celebate (and my cntx seem to come more frequently when I'm sitting here at the computer on my birth ball than after sex). The problem is that I have horrible heartburn every time I get close to having an orgasm.
If one more person says "Are you sure there's just one in there?" or "When
are you due?!?" or "You look miserable!" or "Are you having twins?" I cannot be held responsible for my violent reaction.
My pubic bone hurts too. I haven't been upstairs in my own house in weeks. There's no telling what it looks like up there...
We are seriously missing my midwifery income. My last client's insurance company is totally trying to screw me over, and that is money that we were counting on for baby stuff, birth supplies, etc.
Dh works for a bunch of lying crooks who have no understanding of what it is like to live in the real world where people have bills and litters of children to buy stuff for.
We still haven't sold our rent house, and the second mortgage is killing us. We haven't sold our other minivan either, and until we do that, there is no way to get another vehicle, so I guess we'll have to strap the baby to the roof, oh and without a carseat, as we haven't gotten one of those either.
Okay, I could go on, but you get the picture. We're broke, I'm miserable (but don't tell me I look
miserable, damn it!), and I am very unprepared for this baby's arrival. Maybe it is a good thing that I'm the last one due after all...