Holy Grumpiness Batman!
If there was a super hero who was nine months pregnant and protected the world from criminals by taking them out with her incredible grumpiness I would be her. Thinking of myself as a super hero feels better than realizing that I am just a plain cranky Mama who is inflicting her horrible mood on everyone around her.
You know what really sucks? Knowing that you could give birth any day while your nearly 3 year old daughter is simultaneously getting her 2 year old molars. She is a mess. She is even moodier than I am if that is at all possible. So we are both being just awful to one another. And why don't we just throw in some potty training into the mix. For extra good times.
Oh yeah. It's fun around here. My mood is pretty bleak. But my midwife told me at my appointment tonight that the head is officially down. I suppose that might be a good reason. That and hauling around this gargantuan child. And having to tolerate the stupid comments of strangers every where I freakin' go. Seriously people. Shut up!
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Maybe I shouldn't post a comment. LOL But I can't wait until we see that BABY! Good luck with getting through each and every hour/day. And basically I am just hoping you are reading this comment after your labor!
Oooh. I remember being that particular super hero once. My profoundest sympathies. Every time I click over to your site, I am hopeful that I will read some frenzied "can't talk, busy birthing" type post. I hope I see it soon — for your sake!
Oh Mama D, how I miss you. Sending lots of love your way!
Any day now! Hang in there! I have another friend who is going in for a c-section today (breech baby), and know 4 people due this month! Hurray for babies! Sorry to hear about the molars, hopefully they're through and Miss A is back to herself and being a sweet angel in time for you to bring the baby home!
Ooooooooo....
*cringe*
Movie theaters are air conditioned, yeah? Maybe a movie is in order. That's one of the few things that take my mind off my misery in the ninth month. Ice cream. Watermelon. Weeping for two hours straight.
I am already thinking up ways that I can force my new doc into inducing me early.
I remember once walking into a store to get something a few days before giving birth to LaLa... the LOOKS people gave me! Literally doing double takes, and jaws dropping... I was all "what the FREAK are y'all looking at!!" and Dadguy explained that probably most women who are as far along as you just don't leave the house anymore. Sounds reasonable, except for the pregnant moms of little kids HAVE to go out or their kids heads will pop off. Or maybe the moms will KNOCK their kids heads off. Huh... will now have to go and cogitate on THAT.
I've never been pregnant so I'm just FLOORED by these comments that you and Bon are making. REALLY!? People say things to you? They stare? Being pregnant is not an affliction... It's not like having two heads.
Geesh. Now I'm all riled up.
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