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HOLY vent (add yours, too!) - only read if you have a spare hour
*It seems as if since the tree fell and totaled my car in June, it's been one thing after another, like having the stove catch on fire and H having surgery. Between all of that, it's all the little things (I 'spose that's called life, but dayUM!).
So H had to have unplanned surgery last week, but prior to that, we had planned for Jack to go to daycare that day. I texted the sitter in the middle of the night (once we found out about the surgery), telling her I was going to see if my sis could watch him because it would be really early (6-6:30) that I would be leaving for hospital. She texted right back and said that he could come early/at anytime. I didn't end up getting ready to leave the house until 7. I called the sitter. No answer. Texted her (because she's a textin' fool), no response. Wait 10 minutes, call & text again and nuthin'. Luckily, my sis was able to take him. (Sitter texted about 40 minutes later, saying the phone was in different room.)
I waited at my midwife appointment for 1h 10m to be seen yesterday. I was finally seen by a PA, but not before they harassed me about paying a payment on an "OB Plan" - that doesn't exist. (They were insisting my insurance didn't cover some things when I KNEW it did. They were wrong.) They also have me "down" for a c-section in the computer which irriationally pissed me off.
Kid 2 is measuring 5 (FIVE!) weeks ahead. Everything appears to measure 30 weeks/3 lbs at 25 weeks. WTMF.
I've been sick since last week (I thought m/s was back, but I'm pretty sure it's "just" a stomach bug that will NOT go away. I won't EVEN tell you what happened this morning. After that, uh, episode, I texted the hubs and said, "Well, today definitely won't be getting any worse if THIS is how I started my morning.").
I had a shoot this morning in Omaha and Jack was to go to sitter's since H is working days (light duty, after surgery) now. He was to be dropped off at 8:15. True to form, I was running about 10 minutes late. Get to sitter's, walk around to the back of her house and pound on door for, oh, 5 minutes or so. No answer. Back to car, call her, ask her if she's home and says, "No! I texted your H! We're out eating breakfast (halfway across town)!" Not only did I not have time for this BS, I was PISSED that she uses text message to communicate she is not going to be home at the time of scheduled drop-off. She told me to bring him to her (which would've included parking, walking him in, getting out carseat, putting it in her car, etc.) and I told her I didn't have time and hung up. SO, Jack accompanied me to my shoot - real professional.
I'm so behind on editing, it's not even funny. The most frustrating part is: I've purposely took a lot of time off to get caught up, but things keep happening. Now that H is working days, I can no longer "work" at home during the day as I've been accustomed to. I had planned to take Jack to the sitter at least two days this week to work on getting caught up, but I don't think I'm going to HAVE a sitter much longer.
Disclaimer: I know many (many of you, even) have it way worse than I do - and my life is not BAD by any means, I just needed to vent. I think I do feel better now. So, thanks!
Did I mention I shyt my pants this morning?
Re: HOLY vent (add yours, too!) - only read if you have a spare hour
I can't decide if this is even the worst part? I would probably wring the sitter's neck....I don't deal well with people saying they will do stuff and then backing out. Sorry you are having such a rough couple months. Hope things turn around ASAP
I think you can disregard my email... I've got the deets here! Lol!
Oh boy, you poor thing! I don't even know where to start other than... is Jack at least sleeping better? Ha ha!
Ha! My days have been so shytty (literally) lately that I forgot about our nights! Now, he stays in his room to fall asleep, but is up between 3-4 times/night, coming into our room. Thus far, the only thing that works is time-out - in the middle of the friggin' night! Fun stuff, man! And let's bring on another! LOL!
You probably don't remember, but Kaylee was a TERROR right before I had Brenden. No joke... I was wondering WTF I was in for! But it's better now, happy little family. Ha ha! It gets better! Just takes time!
Now are you keeping hydrated with all that shytty-ness? Be careful with those stomach bugs!
Well, I can (sort of) join you in that department. Over the past couple of months (well, I guess since winter, honestly) I have been so anxious over anything and everything and it's getting worse. The reason I know this is because one of my signs is the big ol' runs. Everyday, without fail, about an hour after lunch, (and only at work, which is AWWWWESOME, btw) my stomach starts rumbling and I am off to the bathroom for a good half hour dropping Hiroshima bombs in the toilet. I need to make an appt w/ the dr, cause the wellbutrin is NOT working. I am thinking a zoloft/xanax combo might be in order.
photos by jennied photography
Alissa Jean
9.10.2004
Hey, hey, hey, where's Jeana? Don't play the "measuring ahead" game with us!
As for the shyyting, this thread cracks me up. I love this place.
Wow! You have had a run of crappy luck! I hope it turns soon!
I measured 7 wks ahead with Kolbe. He was big (9lbs 3 oz) but not so abnormally huge. No fears.;)
My only vent is that Maren spending a week with my 10 and 11 year old nieces has resulted in an attitude from H3LL. If she rolls her eyes at me one more time, I might lose my mind.
I measured 45 weeks at the end with Jack, so I can *sort of* commiserate on that (though I couldn't imagine having TWO soccer players on the inside).
(But man, I don't miss being pregnant one bit.)
I'm trying to remember my final measurement. It was well into the 60s. Blech.
thanks to jennied