WARNING: Rant ahead
DISCLAIMER: I LOVE my family. They are the most important thing to me seeing as most of my friends (er, more like all but one or two) jumped ship after I got pregnant.

Anyways, I CANNOT stand most of them right now! Not my mom or Ryan, whom I live with and have been amazing lately, but my extended family. My aunts, grandma, dad (he's not extended but he's currently incarcerated and we don't see much of each other right now), etc.

Everyone keeps calling me "wanting to know how I'm doing, is anything different, am I okay, blahBlahBLAH". Omigod! I don't need 18 phone calls a day from 5 different people wanting to discuss how THEY think the pregnancy and birth should be going. I'M DONE. This is why we set up the phone call tree. So I don't have to talk to all of you everyday! Its exhausting.

Grrr. I love these people, really I do. But I'm SOOOO tired of hearing everyone's opinions. You get a free pass to offer it once and then shuttup. I don't need it shoved down my throat. And I don't need to hear 80 different labor stories, because they're just stressing me out.

I feel like people are asking me to make purple turn left. (no, thats not supposed to make sense) Everyone keeps wanting to know how I'm "feeling". Frustrated. Okay? I was frustrated two weeks ago, I'm still frustrated. How would you feel if you'd been waiting on the edge of your seat for weeks to have a baby, even with an effaced and ripened cervix for TWO WEEKS, but STILL NO BABY?

You'd feel frustrated too. And you'd probably just want to get your mind off it. Not have to explain it 18 times when you're 41 weeks pregnant.

Oh and by the way, its just fetal monitoring. Literally, I'm in a room, not a doctor's office, a nice hotel looking room. With a heartbeat monitor strapped to my tummy and I get to take a 20 minute nap and go home. Its not "call the entire family and update them that I took a nap" worthy.

I get all these freaking calls - "How'd it go?!?!" Fine. If something was wrong, I would have called. But it wasn't. In fact - there's nothing to report. Please leave me alone so I can try to mentally prepare myself for bringing a child into this world instead of holding your hand while you worry about the fact that I was taking a nap this morning!

GRRRAWR! I know this all might seem a little harsh/hormonal/irrational. Whatever. It probably is. But I at least feel better ranting it here, so I don't end up yelling and crying on the phone to my grandmother about how she's such a jerk for calling AGAIN to see how I'm doing.

That would just be rude. And silly.

♥
Ambrose