I have been contracting for over 5 weeks. I am not talking little contractions all the time. I have little ones all day and then they will get so hard I can't walk, talk or do anything. That is when I call the doctor. Yesterday I was told to go in the hospital again and so I did. I was having really hard contractions and they were 3 mins apart, AGAIN. So they checked me and yet again no change. I begged "Please just induce me. I hate coming in just to go home again." Nothing.
Here is the kicker. I never saw or talked to a doctor, just the annoying nurse Patricia. At 10:30 at night my doctor walks in. He isn't even the doctor on call. He asked how long I had been there and I told him at least 3 hours and he said no one told him I was there. He just happened to see the board with my name and room number on it. UGH. We talked and he told me why I should wait until Thursday as we planned and I came home, yet again.
I just have to say I have the best friends and family to look after my boys.
Please forgive me, however this post is a grumpy post.
I am so tired of “Have you had the baby yet?” “Are you going to have that baby in a public place?” “Aren’t you in labor?” ect, ect, ect…
So for those of you who actually check my blog, no I have not had my baby. The ultrasound due date isn’t until the 17th. Yes, I am HUGE. I have dilated and effaced and I plan to have him this week if possible. I walk a lot and eat spicy food; he just doesn’t want to come out yet.
If I don’t answer the phone I am just avoiding the world. I am sick of answering questions. If we are very close then you will be one of the first to know, then it will travel through the grapevine and then it will be posted on this blog.
When you see or talk to a very pregnant women please do not ask aren’t you done yet.