Snappy cow alert!

I do not know what my problem is, but I am just so irritated lately. This morning I was on the phone with my mother for her to look for an item she may still have (the woman has hoarding tendencies) that I would like to use as a prop for newborn pictures. She got snappy with me saying I needed to be more concerned about stocking on sanitary napkins and newborn pictures can be worried about later. WTF?

Sanitary napkins I can get on my next shopping trip. I got to find a reasonably priced photographer, book them in advance, and that has time slots open after my son is born. Which will probably be the week before Christmas if he comes on time! If not, then I will wait till after. I'm fairly certain finding a photographer will be more challenging than throwing a damn pack of pads in a shopping trolley.

Then there's that site that shall remain nameless, that has been annoying me. I am by no means back on that site, but like to stalk third tri for some helpful information. Let me tell you, it's not the least bit informative. They're nothing but a bunch of whiny cows who moan about being overly emotional to being sick of being pregnant at 30 weeks, and that their pregnancy is so torturous. Get a grip!!! Please note, that these women who whine have no serious risks or complications with their pregnancy. Ironically those who do, you barely see any posts from them.

Which takes me back to when a fertile cow once told me that pregnancy is a difficult time and women suffer as compared to IF. No bitch, you're just weak. Suffering from IF for years still cannot be measured to pregnancy for 9 months.

From infertility to pregnancy: what doesn't change!

In no particular order:

1. Chocolate is still your friend. And McDonald's French fries (unless you're first tri, then it's vile). Actually, any drive thru establishment, restaurant, and takeaway still makes you feel better.

2. Stretchy jogging trousers or sweatpants are still a wardrobe staple around this time. 

3. You're still visiting that damn aisle with the pads, tampons, etc. to buy panty liners. Yeah, I leak enough to warrant wearing those. And you're going to have to abundance after labour because the witch is going to came back with a vengeance. 

4. You still check the crumpled toilet paper for blood!!

5. Your sex life is still lacking.

6. You still glare at pregnant women without realizing it. Especially those young mothers who look like they're barely out of secondary school still make you cringe.

7. Even though you're huge, men may hold open doors for you. But women with small, unruly children will still let them run smack dab into you. Don't expect an apologetic look. Not happening.

8. You still receive unsolicited advice from everything about vaginal birthing to BFing, to cloth nappies versus disposables, the list goes on. As usual, you continue to ignore such "helpful" advice.

9. You're still afraid of the future. This time you fear deformities, late term miscarriage, not taking to motherhood, stillbirth, and even SIDs. Your infertile mind still wants you to be prepared for the worst that could happen.

10. I still don't wish to talk about my current health status. With my IF diagnosis, I told some people but after a while stopped talking about it because no one seemed to care. Now with my pregnancy, I just don't feel it is anyone's business. Which still makes me wonder why other pregnant women are willing to give you every detail about their pregnancy. I guess I will never understand! 

Funny analogoy

Waiting nine months to meet your unborn baby, is like waiting for a man to call you back after a date. You try to occupy your time, but fall short with lack of activities.

Note: I sincerely hope no woman waits 9 months for a man to call. 5 days at the maximum.

Don't get me wrong I've been enjoying this pregnancy, as it may be my one and only. It's been truly a blessing I haven't had any complications. Out of all the dark, depressive, shitty days over the infertile years, you cannot wait for the day a long awaited dream comes true.

It's a good day!

Today is my last day of work. Yayyyyyyy! For the first time, I am actually going to work in a good mood. They're having a taco luncheon as my goodbye party. It's nice, as I won't have to pack a lunch. One workmate is bringing in some Jesus brownies. These brownies have a chocolate chip cookie baked in the middle. I see why they're so holy.

Sure, I'll be a little bored for the next month...but I get to be home with my husband and cook him dinners instead of relying on takeaway. I can also get some serious cleaning done, like scrubbing the kitchen floor with a toothbrush. Or some other crazy nesting compulsion.

Am I supposed to go barefoot?

The past couple of days my right foot has been swollen pretty badly. To the point of where none of my shoes fit, except my house slippers. I even had to wear them to work today.

So what in the world do I wear? I don't believe it's practical to buy a size larger shoe, that I will be wearing for all of 2 months. Now I understand the meaning of, "barefoot and pregnant".

Quarreling neighbors

The lovely new neighbors on the second floor, right below our apartment love to argue on the weekend off and on all night. I shouldn't say just argue, he is beating her ass. She will scream for him to get off of her, to leave her alone, and then sob for a half hour. I don't like sticking my nose in people's business, however when your business wakes me up at 12am it becomes mine.

12am this morning, I marched down and rapped on the door to tell them to fuck off. I'm a cranky pregnant woman who is seeing red. I hear her telling him look what he did to hear leg, and him telling her to shut up. They didn't answer of course. I realized that this is a case of domestic abuse and called the authorities on them. Police said they would dispatch an officer as soon as possible.

I stayed awake for a little while to hear their dog barking and figured the police did finally show up. And I noticed they shut their windows too, so I don't have to hear her screams. Fine by me. If she hasn't left her abuser by now, then I don't have any pity for the woman.

Sadly, we're stuck in this shit hole until my husband gets his discharge.

#pregnantwomanproblems

Please note, this is just to poke a little fun at pregnancy and have a chuckle at the experience.

In no particular order....

-Your vagina is too sore to endure any sexual activity or frankly you're too tired. Husband is requesting a blow job. Brushing your teeth makes you gag, and he wants his pecker in your mouth?!

-You refuse to purchase new larger knickers (granny panties), but the ones you have are becoming uncomfortable with your expanding waistline. So you snip the stretchy waistband, essentially ruining your knickers. However, you feel better!

-There's a line at the loo in the rest stops along the interstate. You're half-tempted to use the men's, as there is no line.

-Your hand is a little too puffy to wear your wedding band set. Now you have to go the rest of the day looking like a unwed pregnant woman, receiving disapproving looks.

-The antibiotics you took to get rid of your UTI gave you a yeast infection and your anus itches from hemorrhoids. You've got 6 days until your next OB appointment and your old school doctor doesn't phone in prescriptions.