Pity Party

Pity party... table for one. If you don't want to hear me whine, better log in tomorrow. Maybe things will be better.

For the last few days I have been feeling like such a grouch! From the time I wake up until I go to bed I just feel yucky!

Not sure what it is from.... It could be that I hate my maternity clothes, or that they are pretty close to not fitting.

I can't breath at night, while going up stairs, or trying to say more than 2 sentences at a time. I sound like a serious chain smoker when I do.

Cooking anything at the stove is a hazard because I simply can't reach the burners.

Actually eating isn't much fun either because more than 5 bites of something makes me sick.

If I cough, laugh, sneeze, or even move wrong, I pee my pants. That sure gets old.

Add on the fact that my doctor will be out of town the week we had expected to induce me, so now I have 2 options. Number one is to schedule a c-section for Feb. 14, or just wait around on this baby to see when it will come. He is willing to induce me, but only if I am "ready" and all he has to do is break my water. No drugs like pitocin to get things going. So, because an elective surgery is not an option for me, I guess I will just hangout and be miserable waiting for this little one to finish baking.

So, now that I am done feeling sorry for myself, I am going to go do some visiting teaching.

When you feel down the best thing you can do to lift yourself up is to serve others. That is what I am going to do.