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Sprout | 2 days

While holding a 9 month old this morning at my desk (because her grandma was coming to pick her up and not there yet...), I had her sitting on my non-existent lap.  I was surrounded by her mom, another co-worker and the owner of the company.

These are the comments I got, in under 5 minutes of having her in my arms...

Mom talking to baby: "She's got a baby in her belly.  Find the baby.  Where's the baby?"

Owner, shouting across the hallway to me: "This is how it's going to be for the next 9 years... you ready?"

Co-worker, who is younger than me and while I ADORE her... I was sad to have her comment hit a nerve to day too.... She says to me, just as the baby leans to grab something on my desk while "sitting" on my lap: "Oh, first time mom FAIL."  Made me feel like a failure and I hadn't even had a chance to prove myself yet.  Dammit.  Oh well, just in good humor, right?

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I know that I'm just a hormonal bitch right now.  I know that none of these comments should mean anything to me and I know these things and comments won't stop.  But seriously.  GAH!  I also know that once Sprout is here they will only get worse, but I'm over my max for today and it's only 9:31am.

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In other news, I'm not as grumpy today as I have been in the last few days.  Yesterday when I was at Wal-mart, I was wondering why so many people were there, why it was so loud, why there were about 100 too many kids there and why some people chose to even reproduce... Then it hit me.  It was the first of the month!  I was AMAZED at the outcome this month and the cashier lady was hilarious about it.  The most frustrating part about the first of the month and the government assisted programs for single parents/mom's... are the people that use and abuse the system to the ninth degree.  It was just out of this world.  While I was a little ticked when I left because of all the juggling I had to do to just get a few things, part of me wanted to go back just to people watch.  It was something else...

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This week at work has been fun.  I've had my head down, I've cranked some serious projects through my desk and I feel really good about it!  I hope to have most everything wrapped up today, just in case, but you never know how things will pan out.  Have to plan like I won't be here tomorrow or next week though.  At this point, he's welcome to come at any minute. 

It's funny to think back now about how I was at 36 weeks when I thought he was going to arrive at any moment.  Boy, was I wrong.  That would've been dreamy... However, I'm glad he's baking a bit longer.

Sad news about this week is.... although the nurse practitioner was a little rough with me, she didn't encourage anything to progress further.  Not that something like that is a sure sign of labor, but you never know.

I've been sitting on the yoga/exercise ball every night, we went on a walk last night, and we're just waiting.  I was really impatient this weekend but it's really starting to sink in that I'm going pass my due date.  I will and that will be okay.  I'll be okay.

Anyway, just checking in and saying.... I'm still here with 2 days until my due date.

Comments

Sassytimes said…
People are rude...don't listen to them. I seriously can't believe you are 2 (or more) days away from holding your baby. Exciting!
Keep these updates coming.

Thinking happy wonderful thoughts for you!

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