I know these calls are only going to increase in numbers by the time I have Boo. Everyone knows what call I'm talking about...the "Is he here yet?!?" call. Not only do I get those calls, but I also get the texts too. I get people who I really have no desire to talk to, texting me, asking me. And then of course I have to make idle chit chat with this person because I don't just want to completely dismiss them. However, I'm getting kind of tired (and I'll admit, a tad depressed) saying "Nope, he's not here yet."
I realize that people don't want to be left out when I actually do have him. But realize that if you do have some sort of importance in my life, you will know. Best believe as soon as I go into labor I'm going to be posting on Facebook. And if that's not enough...there will be a mass text when he's finally here. I don't see a need in telling people who I barely talk to about every detail of my delivery. And I'm pretty sure Greg is going to hijack my phone while I'm in L&D so I can't be on cafemom and facebook every 30 seconds.
Our hospital guest list is rising to dangerous levels. There will probably be 4 people in that room from the time he's here until he goes home. I'm pretty much okay with that...considering it shows how loved he is already. However, I'm going to become a serious recluse once he's home. My dad on Saturday was telling me how he wants to see the baby within the first month he's born. So sorry, I'm not planning on coming up there until at least October...maybe even Thanksgiving. And that will be a very long weekend. We have a lot of people to see. :)
I'm starting to realize that maybe my mom shouldn't be in the delivery room when I'm actually pushing. I love her so much but I'm pretty sure she's going to try to take control. The last thing I want to do is kick her out, but I'm probably going to have to do so. It might be her grandchild, but it's my child. I don't think she realizes that I need to do this my way. No matter how she feels about it. I'll hope and pray that she relaxes a little...but I swear, if she continues to talk about how I'm having a 12 pound baby or how much the baby wants to meet his MomMom...I'll snap. (She also uses a name that we might be picking...which I FRIGGEN HATE. It's not for her to announce my son's name. That's for me and Greg to do.) Trust me, the baby wants to meet his Mommy and Daddy more than that crazy lady who gave his mom life.
I know people are just acting crazy because they're ready to meet him. There is nothing more than I want right now than to hold my child. I'm probably the craziest one out of everyone. However, I feel like I am allowed to act a little nuts. Everyone else though, needs to be institutionalized. And the comments about how big I am isn't helping. Yes...I am very pregnant. There is no sane reason to point that out on a daily basis.
I'm done with my rant.
On Saturday my dad, stepmom, stepbrother, his wife and their two kids come down for a visit/ to drop off a dresser. I was very grateful that I finally got the dresser. However, I wasn't impressed that 3 of the 5 drawers are broken and I can't use them until Greg gets wood glue for it. Nor, was I impressed that I the rest of the stuff I had at my Dad's came as well. Mainly because I didn't want it. It was all junk. The last time I was there to pick up some of the stuff I told my Dad to throw it all away. I even offered to bag it up, and he told me not to, that he'll do it. HA! Nope, I bagged it up HERE and it promptly went in the trash can.
...'Cause you know...he didn't want to go through my stuff. Even though all the items were in a different dresser...so he would have to go through it anyway.
*SCREAMS, bangs head against the wall*
But it's okay. I'm not going to let that get to me. I have the dresser now. And I can start on getting Boo's room COMPLETELY done. Which has to wait until Saturday now. We still don't have the glider. And if my lovable, completely idiotic fiancee doesn't stop spending money we don't have, I might never get it. (This might just be a hormone surge...but seriously...it's annoying.)
Well...I'm officially in a bad mood (HAHA...gotta love pregnancy.) So on that note...
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
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