As I sit here on the verge of a pregnancy-hormone induced freak out, just humor me as I vent.
I've been really lucky to have a very "pregnancy symptom-free" pregnancy. I haven't bragged about it or anything, I just considered myself lucky. That is, until I hit 38 weeks and my body (and possibly unborn child) decided that it hates me.
My belly has now decided that it wants to itch like CRAZY, my sciatic nerve is causing me to hobble around like an 80 year old, and some other less flattering things are going on that would fall majorly into the "TMI" category.
I also found out that I was never really dilated to a 3, the nurse who told me that (My doctor was out of town) two weeks ago was apparently on crack. Imagine my joy when my doctor tells me this past week that I'm still at a two.
Just what I wanted to hear...
For those of you who saw this past week's Modern Family, I can totally relate to Gloria when she looks down at her pregnant belly and yells:
"GET OUUUUUUUTT!"
And on top of my body falling apart, my phone has decided to quit on my, right on the verge of our child coming into this world. Yeah, I won't be needing to call anyone in the near future right? BOO!
Hoping we can work something out, and it'll probably involve me using my mother-in-law's old phone thats from like 2006...
Hey, well at least the snow is melting.
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