Morning girls.
I'm feeling utterly miserable and fed up with people pushing me from pillar to post
I've been trying to book an ante natal appt for 16 week but we're on holiday then. No-one I speak to seem to know whether I should have it just before I go (so at 15+5) or wait until I come home (when I'll be over 18). MW siad at first have it when we get home but assumed we were only away for 1 week, GP receptionist won't book it for before or after unless MW say either way.
She took my details and said she'll check...that was yesterday at 2:30pm. I've just phoned the MW myself again and got the answer phone...again.
Then, on top of all that DH and the kids are driving me up the f*cking wall. My kids argue and bicker mre tha any kids I have ever known. They drive me around the bend. Nothing is every spoken between them it's always said it a snappy argumentative way.
And Dh keeps making little comments like "Well you've had more sleep than me because you feel asleep on the sofa"
I feel like saying "Yes thats because I'm pregnant you fucking twat and have been awake since god knows when after ds1 woke me up again and I've also been up in the night going to the wee 1,000,000 times"
He's just had 2 days off and to be honest I wish he was a bloody work. All I get is "shall we do this today"...."shall we go here"...."lets do this"....what are you doing".....lets go to the beach"..."lets go in that garden" plus 10,000,000 other differnt things
FUCK OFF I want to sit down and not do anything.
The one thing that did cheer me up the other day was that having another homebirth means that I don't have to worry about getting DH home to get me to hospital. He's a train driver so works allsorts of weird hours and if he's miles away drivig a train I can hardly ask him to turn it araound and come home. He also isn't allowed to have his mobile swicthed on while he's driving so I'd have no way of contacting him anyway.
So if I go into to labour while he's at work I can have the luxury of just calling the MW out and labouring with her without DH fussing and faffing around me having absolutley no sodding idea what to do with himself.
He could arrive home from work and find that it's all over.....I know he wouldn't mind coz I mentioned it too himm the other day. It might sound weird and maybe eevn abit cruel but I'd prefer it if he wasn't there.
And on top of all this...I HATE being constipated.
All I want to do is have a proper poo....but no I have to go 4..5...6 times day to do a few little currants. The stomach cramps make me feel sick.
yes yes yes I know its TMI but I don't care if I can't tell you lot, my fellow PG friends, who can I tell??
I'm sick to death of going to the shops to buy fruit to try and make me poo ...all I ever do is buy fruit (and milk...we go through so much milk in this house taht it would be cheaper tp have a herd of cows in the garden)
rant over.
God I'm such a happy soul today, aren't i??