Why does everyone in my life have to make a big freakin deal over my due date??? I've gotten more phone calls in the past two days than I have all week! My mother in law called me this morning... DH called 4-5 times today. My brother called me for the third day in a row.
Then at the OB on Wednesday, I get rushed over for a NST just because it's my due date and I'm only 1 cm. Never mind I'm measuring smaller this week, that the baby's heart rate is just fine, and that my weight gain is within normal. Of course, that throws my parent's day off because they were watching DD supposedly for just the AM, and I didn't get to their house until about 2. Their anniversary is Saturday, but Mom has to work... Anyway... The woman that did the NST seemed confused as to why I was there given it was only just my due date and I'm not diabetic, no hypertension, baby moving plenty, and no complications. So I get hooked up to the monitors and get comfy in the recliner and baby goes to sleep... Had to buzz the poor thing to get the "necessary" readings. Then I started have a few contractions... It was kinda neat to see them on the paper. After getting the baby moving, had to get up and go into another room for an ultrasound to check fluid levels. The little peanut crossed it's legs again! I was at least hoping in addition to the neener neener that everything was just fine that I'd get to find out gender this time for my troubles... Didn't happen. Have another appointment to get checked on Monday, but hopefully I'll have come and gone by then and be home.
Last night was a bit of a disappointment in that I was having contractions aprox every 5 min for almost an hour then they stopped. I may break out the breast pump again and see how that gets things moving since DD went to bed early and has not nursed a ton today. I did go and walk the mall though. Started having mild ctx when I was almost done. Weren't noticeable when I was sitting in the car, but boy did I notice when I got out to get my library books from the house, again at the book drop, and at home again. They weren't regular enough to time though. They even continued when I laid down on the couch for a bit but then tapered off. Since then, it's been little of nothing, butI've been stressed by the kids too.
DSS has been plucking my last nerve all afternoon by not following directions and not following routine. You would think that an autistic child would cling to a routine like no tomorrow... This asking me if he can do every individual step of a routine when I give him the established cues or just not doing something is driving me nuts. And it's not just me, he's doing it at school too. The million and one other questions have been driving me nuts too. Like asking about the piles of leaves in the yard that have been there for almost a week, or something about a picture he drew in the air when I wasn't looking, or how many fingers he's holding up, etc...
DD wouldn't let me take a nap and wouldn't sit down and watch Dora like she usually will. But at least she followed instructions for the most part and didn't give me a bunch of grief. Even if she did give me a gagging stinky diaper while I was on the phone with mom.
They're both in bed. I've talked to MIL and DH and am about to go crawl in bed with my book on the history of exploration as influenced by the spice trade after I eat a little more candy and catch up on email and boards. Not sure which would be more my luck... to start having heavy ctx as I'm just falling asleep or not have them until next week... I am just so done.
Anna
Then at the OB on Wednesday, I get rushed over for a NST just because it's my due date and I'm only 1 cm. Never mind I'm measuring smaller this week, that the baby's heart rate is just fine, and that my weight gain is within normal. Of course, that throws my parent's day off because they were watching DD supposedly for just the AM, and I didn't get to their house until about 2. Their anniversary is Saturday, but Mom has to work... Anyway... The woman that did the NST seemed confused as to why I was there given it was only just my due date and I'm not diabetic, no hypertension, baby moving plenty, and no complications. So I get hooked up to the monitors and get comfy in the recliner and baby goes to sleep... Had to buzz the poor thing to get the "necessary" readings. Then I started have a few contractions... It was kinda neat to see them on the paper. After getting the baby moving, had to get up and go into another room for an ultrasound to check fluid levels. The little peanut crossed it's legs again! I was at least hoping in addition to the neener neener that everything was just fine that I'd get to find out gender this time for my troubles... Didn't happen. Have another appointment to get checked on Monday, but hopefully I'll have come and gone by then and be home.
Last night was a bit of a disappointment in that I was having contractions aprox every 5 min for almost an hour then they stopped. I may break out the breast pump again and see how that gets things moving since DD went to bed early and has not nursed a ton today. I did go and walk the mall though. Started having mild ctx when I was almost done. Weren't noticeable when I was sitting in the car, but boy did I notice when I got out to get my library books from the house, again at the book drop, and at home again. They weren't regular enough to time though. They even continued when I laid down on the couch for a bit but then tapered off. Since then, it's been little of nothing, butI've been stressed by the kids too.
DSS has been plucking my last nerve all afternoon by not following directions and not following routine. You would think that an autistic child would cling to a routine like no tomorrow... This asking me if he can do every individual step of a routine when I give him the established cues or just not doing something is driving me nuts. And it's not just me, he's doing it at school too. The million and one other questions have been driving me nuts too. Like asking about the piles of leaves in the yard that have been there for almost a week, or something about a picture he drew in the air when I wasn't looking, or how many fingers he's holding up, etc...
DD wouldn't let me take a nap and wouldn't sit down and watch Dora like she usually will. But at least she followed instructions for the most part and didn't give me a bunch of grief. Even if she did give me a gagging stinky diaper while I was on the phone with mom.
They're both in bed. I've talked to MIL and DH and am about to go crawl in bed with my book on the history of exploration as influenced by the spice trade after I eat a little more candy and catch up on email and boards. Not sure which would be more my luck... to start having heavy ctx as I'm just falling asleep or not have them until next week... I am just so done.
Anna
: have a nice night...
I'm sorry it was such a frustrating day. Will your dh be home soon? That would at least help on the childcare front. It gets to be long days sometimes not having any help.
