Other than the venting, for the past 3 or 4 nights I have been feeling what I believe to be braxton hicks contractions, but last night I felt two actual contractions 5 minutes apart and that was it as far as I know. I have a feeling I won't make it past 38 weeks, or maybe it's just a fool's hope that I am almost done with this. Gina came in this afternoon to measure me and his heartbeat, Dorian is doing great and there's nothing to worry about, but Cameron had me worried yesterday.
On to the venting, of course that was a couple hours ago so I can't really vent as much as I wanted to, I am just sick of hearing about skate world already because I know what is going to happen and I don't know if I can handle it. Everytime I bring up Jean and how she had gained 50 lbs during her pregnancy and how knowing that makes me feel better, he ALWAYS has to comment on how GREAT her ass looks, and even before pregnancy my ass was so much larger than her's so it just makes me feel like complete dogshit to also know that a lot of the chicks at Skateworld will have asses like her's. And I won't even be going for the first month or 2 that he will be going, which I'll probably end up not even bothering because I don't want to come in looking like the idiotic, naive wife whose husband has been going to the skate rink for the last 2 months without me and showing off around all that young, great looking ass and me nowhere around to know exactly what's gone down. And I sure as hell don't want to meet any of them or have him introduce me to some chick he'd been talking to for the last couple of weeks.
Anyways, that is pretty much my vent other than the usual
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