September 30th, 2010

40 weeks. serving an eviction notice. get out!

Today is my due date, and no, before you ask, the baby is not currently outside of my womb. In fact, I’m actually quite normal—the average is 10 days past your damn due date for first time mothers.

That, however, does not stop every. single. person. from asking me every. single. day. if I’ve had the baby. I shit you not. I have saved the emails and text messages and now I am refusing to answer the goddamn phone. I honestly thought nothing could get worse than being still pregnant, but OH NO, found it!

The real issue is the people who are clients. Quite frankly, I know their concern is will their work get done. Sure, sure, they care a little about the actual baby and all that, but the reality is: will I leave them in the lurch?! Even after I’ve assured everyone everything will still get done, they’ve decided, in their crazy little brains, it won’t. EVEN THOUGH LAST YEAR I GOT MARRIED AND EVERYTHING STILL GOT DONE.

I was supposed to be at the hospital an hour and a half ago to be induced (he’s big and long and blah blah, I don’t want to go over and be forced into a C section) — they called at 5AM to say they were pushing me back a few hours.

“We had lots of women go into labor last night.”
Oh that’s nice for them. *bitches*
*laughter* “Oh I’m sure we’ll see you soon! We’ll call around 730.”

Frankly I slept like shit, so at 730 I was just staring at the clock. I got up to shower, the phone rang… more active labor people and suddenly my inducement is bumped to tomorrow. Sigh.

I’m trying to look at this as a positive. October baby, yay! Another day of being stressed, boo. Friday birth, way better than Thursday work-wise, yay. Another night of barely sleeping, possibly getting up at 5 to hear I’m not going in again, boo.

Awesome, yes? Pregnancy. Woot.