First, the usual update - BP was 122/82 (this is good) and baby's HR was 136 (also good). Midwife was in and she didn't check me, so I don't officially know if there's been progress or not... I'll find out when I go back on Wednesday. I'm sure by now that SOME progress has been made... considering how achy my low back and my pelvic region has been this weekend. Gabe and I did a lot of walking yesterday...and it feels like my hips are about to split. Not painful, really... just uncomfortable.
On to yesterday's fun... my baby shower. It was a pretty good thing at first... good food, good conversation.... yummy cake - and PRESENTS! lol...lots of basics and necessities, and a cute goth-y dress from Mel.
The part that bothered me the most? Realizing how little everybody knows me and how MY knowledge of MY body doesn't matter to any of them.
My choice to ask for pain relief for labor & delivery is just that - MY CHOICE. It's not for ANYBODY ELSE to say "you're gonna want it", "you're gonna need it", "it's not that bad", "it's not as bad as labor pains","just get the damn epi", or "you're not going to be able to handle it" ... really? REALLY??? Is this YOUR body? NO. This is MY body... and the choice to go all natural is MY CHOICE. I HAVE NEVER ASKED FOR OPINIONS ABOUT THIS BECAUSE THE ONLY OPINION THAT MATTERS ABOUT MY BODY IS MINE! If you have not lived in my body, then you have no fucking clue what goes on in my body... you don't know how I interpret pain signals. Every body and every pregnancy is different right? So stop trying to make MY pregnancy into YOURS! It's not yours - it's mine ... and I don't want your asshole in my face so why in hell would I want your opinion there?
OH - and the stupidest part of the shower?? When we got to Olive Garden, Mom asked them to hold the cake until we asked for it. Cool. When we were ready for the cake... you know what those dumb-fuck waiters did??? THEY PUT A FUCKING CANDLE IN THE CAKE AND LIT IT...!!!! WTF?? The cake said "WELCOME VAL" ... How in the holy fuck do you get "happy birthday" out of "WELCOME"??? Stupid...stupid people. When they set the cake down, and I saw the candle... I told the silly girl "You can take that candle out - it's NOT my birthday...and the cake doesn't say happy birthday" ... duh! She took the candle and the gathered wait staff left... fucking idiots.
...when mom and I were bringing my stuff to my apartment afterwards, my neighbor, Molly, said "oohh, baby shower.. ARE YOU READY???" ..that is ALL she fucking knows how to say. Fine. I don't talk to the bitch anymore... Gabe asked if I said anything back to her... I said "no, I'm waiting till she comes up with something more original" ... until she can talk to me without being high as a fucking kite, I've got nothing to say to her.
So...that was my shower...nothing too exciting.
On to yesterday's fun... my baby shower. It was a pretty good thing at first... good food, good conversation.... yummy cake - and PRESENTS! lol...lots of basics and necessities, and a cute goth-y dress from Mel.
The part that bothered me the most? Realizing how little everybody knows me and how MY knowledge of MY body doesn't matter to any of them.
My choice to ask for pain relief for labor & delivery is just that - MY CHOICE. It's not for ANYBODY ELSE to say "you're gonna want it", "you're gonna need it", "it's not that bad", "it's not as bad as labor pains","just get the damn epi", or "you're not going to be able to handle it" ... really? REALLY??? Is this YOUR body? NO. This is MY body... and the choice to go all natural is MY CHOICE. I HAVE NEVER ASKED FOR OPINIONS ABOUT THIS BECAUSE THE ONLY OPINION THAT MATTERS ABOUT MY BODY IS MINE! If you have not lived in my body, then you have no fucking clue what goes on in my body... you don't know how I interpret pain signals. Every body and every pregnancy is different right? So stop trying to make MY pregnancy into YOURS! It's not yours - it's mine ... and I don't want your asshole in my face so why in hell would I want your opinion there?
OH - and the stupidest part of the shower?? When we got to Olive Garden, Mom asked them to hold the cake until we asked for it. Cool. When we were ready for the cake... you know what those dumb-fuck waiters did??? THEY PUT A FUCKING CANDLE IN THE CAKE AND LIT IT...!!!! WTF?? The cake said "WELCOME VAL" ... How in the holy fuck do you get "happy birthday" out of "WELCOME"??? Stupid...stupid people. When they set the cake down, and I saw the candle... I told the silly girl "You can take that candle out - it's NOT my birthday...and the cake doesn't say happy birthday" ... duh! She took the candle and the gathered wait staff left... fucking idiots.
...when mom and I were bringing my stuff to my apartment afterwards, my neighbor, Molly, said "oohh, baby shower.. ARE YOU READY???" ..that is ALL she fucking knows how to say. Fine. I don't talk to the bitch anymore... Gabe asked if I said anything back to her... I said "no, I'm waiting till she comes up with something more original" ... until she can talk to me without being high as a fucking kite, I've got nothing to say to her.
So...that was my shower...nothing too exciting.
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