I don't like needles... but I like my belly

06/18/2010

Do you really have to tell me what I want?... I don't think you do.

Soooooooooooooo... I'm just about two weeks away from not being pregnant anymore.
The Dr says that Squish could make her grand entrance at any time though. I'm a centimeter dilated.
Yes I know you can walk around like that for months, but I got that way in a week... well 6 days. So I'd call that progress. And I keep getting little uncomfortable pinchy kind of pains that the Dr (as well as friends of mine who are mommies already... you know the ones who give actual advice instead of spitting old wives tales at me) say are more than likely my cervix thinning out and getting ready to dilate more.
So... I pretty much I could go into labor at any time.
That's pretty insane.
It feels like it went by really really fast... like just a few weeks ago I was freaking out because I was growing a person.... and now she's almost here.
Insane.

There's something that seems to keep happening right now... when I'm talking to people.
Lots of people.
People at work, my friends, and frustratingly enough... a couple of GUYS at work... they're all telling me to get the drugs and stuff when I have the baby.
That I'll be screaming to get the anesthesiologist in the room within 15 minutes. And that even though I'm terrified of large needles (blood draw needles don't seem to bother me... but big long hypodermics? Not good) I'll be begging for an epidural.

So.... first things first... the guys? They can STFU.
Seriously?
Someone who doesn't even have the same body parts as me is telling me what to do with them and how I'll handle a situation that they're never going to have to go through.
Fuck that.
I'm not even entertaining the idea of getting annoyed at them. They don't have a vagina to shove a baby out of. They can mind their own business until they grow one or pop one out another hole somewhere.

The other people, the older women at work mostly... I just kind of smile and nod.
I don't really pay attention to it.

I don't think I'll be getting an epidural. And that's my choice. If someone else feels they need one, then more power to them.
It just doesn't seem to be the thing for me.
I'm terrified of huge needles, and I know you don't see it, but it's there and I know it's headed towards my spinal cord.... So just... no thanks.

I'm just in a mood I suppose... lol there's a surprise.
Moody pregnant lady.

Oh well.... Belly Picture time!!!


There's my big'ol pregnant belly.
It's all hugenormous and filled with a fetus.


I'm gonna miss having a convenient shelf for my drink and my cell phone lol

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