I woke up with just enough time to dress, eat some Raisin Bran, and write yesterday's post. My mom and I took off for the doctor's appointment at 0955 and arrived at 1022 for my 1030 appointment. We still waited another 15 minutes, on top of the 8 we should have waited.
They took me in and had me pee in a cup, as usual. She searched for the heartbeat -- 140bpm -- but it was faint cause the baby wasn't making it easy on the poor PA. We chatted for a minute, then she told me to take off my undies for the pelvic exam and I had my mom head out to the waiting room.
The doctor, not my "usual," but the one she shares clients with, came in and did a pelvic exam to check my cervix. It was incredibly uncomfortable, as in pressure/pain discomfort. Apparently, I'm not a straight path, but a bit crooked... don't know what that means for anything, but it was quite unpleasant when she was checking my "progress." Turns out I'm 1cm and 50% effaced... that means I could give birth anytime between now and my due date.
I asked her about what I could take for constipation and told her I'd been taking Miralax every day. She suggested an enema or Milk of Magnesia. Not a hard choice there. I told her I'd take care of it from the topside and was on my way. I booked my next appointment and grabbed my mom on my way out.
Unfortunately, mom was pissy cause she didn't get to meet this doctor, ask her questions, or be in the room while I got the exam done. First of all, she never said anything about meeting the doctor or having questions, but I don't care what she says, there is no reason on this planet she even needs to be IN the room while I have some lady's hand up my hoohah! We discussed these things as we went to turn in my registration paperwork to the hospital, the continued as we headed to Starbucks, then on to the mall.
I can see why she wants to be there, but she is convinced I'm the only person in the world who doesn't want "family" in the room while I'm delivering. She thinks it is weird and I am rude for not taking comfort that she and dad want to be there. I told her I don't like hurting her feelings or saying that I don't want her there at that part, but there's not a nice way to put it and she just doesn't understand what I feel.
I know Ty says he wants her there so I'm not alone, but I don't know if that's 100% the reason or if he just doesn't want to hurt her feelings cause he knows she wants to be there. Everyone knows what I want, but it doesn't seem to matter too terribly much. I didn't want to have any children at all unless Ty could be there for all of it. Obviously that's not happening, but that doesn't change how I feel. This is not something I ever wanted to experience in a million years and if I have to, then I want it how I want it. I think it's something that should be shared between me and Ty, not me and my mom -- even if Ty is across the world. As far as I'm concerned, he's going to miss too much -- I don't even know how many "firsts" and she will be there for all of them. In my opinion, she shouldn't usurp his place with everything. He can't physically be here, but it is still OUR time and OUR moment, whether I'm cursing his name or hating his guts while I am in labor. I had to breakdown and cry before she could see that we may have a difference of opinion, but my mind is made up. I told her she could be in there until "it's time" and then when I ask her to go, that she will and she won't try to argue with me or come up with excuses. She says she'll go, but we'll see.
My dad, on the other hand, is thinking about being home with Puck until it's time to meet the baby... who knows how he feels about it cause he doesn't try to guilt me every time we chat.
After my meltdown, we went into the mall and I got a reflexology foot massage. It felt great, but it was no full body massage. We walked all the way to Cookie Company, where I got a mini double doozie, then mom wanted to go to CPK to have tea and "a little snack," which we didn't need, but there's no telling her that. If you tell my mom "no" to food, she pouts and it's not pretty. Needless to say, once we got the small bite, she said it was too much and we didn't need it... duh!
We walked back to the car and headed home. Despite our efforts, the maids were still at the house. When I walked in, I saw Puck standing in the kitchen watching Maru mop. It was funny. He was happy we were home and we came in my room while she finished the kitchen. As Lourdes came toward the nursery to vacuum, we decided to move to a finished room in the house. My dad and I went to the office to look at cameras and I don't know where mom went. After about 20 minutes, they were done and leaving. My dad and I looked at and compared cameras for a bit longer, then at 1545, I said we needed to get ready to go.
We left the house at 1600 to head up to Georgetown to get dresses for Eisley, then stop by BabyEarth on our way to Salt Lick. Unfortunately, we went about 50 feet outside the neighborhood before we were in terrible traffic. It took 30 minutes to get from the house to the church! Turns out traffic slowed because there was a car on the side of the road getting its battery charged... totally irritating. By the time we were approaching the Domain, it was 1645 and the store in Georgetown was set to close at 1730. We ended up making it to the store at 1715ish and the lady was nice enough to not boot us out right at 1730. They were having a pretty good sale (40% off most stuff). I picked out some adorable dresses and outfits for the baby from Grammie. I spent $130 of the $300... technically $160 if you count the three sets of sheets I got at Babies R Us the other day. My mom bought some ruffle-butt chonis and sweeeeeeet socks -- I'll have to take pics. I was looking at getting a pacimal (animal attached to a pacifier), but they didn't have the ones I wanted most. The lady said she'd order some and to give her a call Tuesday. I don't know if I like the monkey or the giraffe better...
We headed down to BabyEarth, which didn't take too long... maybe 12-15 minutes. They moved locations and are in a much larger store now. We browsed, but didn't find anything we needed. They had WubbaNubs instead of Pacimals, which are smaller and a bit cheaper... the Pacimal looks much higher quality. We left and made our way toward Salt Lick. We arrived at 1838, which is 8 minutes after we said we would be there, but Jamie and Daniel weren't there yet.
I forgot to mention that while at the end of our voyage to the Georgetown store (Just Kidds and More), I started getting some awesome pains in the belly. They continued through BabyEarth and for about 40 minutes in Salt Lick. Despite Daniel saying he doesn't drink much alcohol, he had two 20oz margaritas... he seemed a bit drunkish and was acting silly. Mom also got pissy at the end because dad tried to have some peach cobbler.
He had ordered two of the giant peach cobblers. Jamie and Daniel only had a couple bites, then I brought theirs toward me. Dad had a couple bites, then the check came. He spent time reading it as I kept dropping bites onto the table. I ate slow and shared with him for a minute, but the check came again. Mom had been eating one whole family-sized cobbler on her own and dad pulled it closer to him to get a bit or two and mom pulled it back. Dad got upset that he wasn't getting any and they behaved a bit lit children for a few moments pushing the bowl back and forth, saying, "I don't want it!"
It was mildly embarrassing. I felt bad for dad cause he hadn't gotten much and really wanted some, but I also felt bad for mom for being such a crazed food-fiend. She's frustrated that she gained weight on the trip and had gained some even before she left, but she's just terrible at not eating out and eating crap. She always wants to go out for lunch, where as I want to eat in or if I do go out, I just want a smoothie or something drinky and small.
When we got back, Dad and I got back on the computer to check out cameras. We picked one out and he bought it. I'm going to put Grammie's money toward it and Ty and dad will split the rest. Dad said he'd email Ty to let him know his share, but I'll take care of the money transfers here, since I don't want Ty wasting time trying to wait for USAA or any other website to load. I told him that I want a handwritten (good handwriting) letter from him and that's all the "effort" he needs to contribute. The other part of his gift is not wasting time, losing sleep, or getting frustrated with the internet.
I hope he tells me when his first box arrives... it's already been 8 days. I hope it gets there soon and then he can look forward to the second box, already en route.
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