This past week . . . I was INSANE! Seriously, between the stress of the Little Lady's hospitalization, being pregnant, not sleeping, not eating well, and just being hormonal, it's a wonder I didn't kill someone.
Here's just a snippet of the hullabaloo from my head:
"I will drop kick anyone that attempts to console me right now."
(Immediately after handing the Little Lady to the OR staff)
"I'm not hungry . . . no, I am hungry. . . no -- I don't want to eat. Oh, my God, where is the food?"
(waiting, in the hospital food court, for the surgery to end)
"Kid, you better BACK OFF!"
(the "mean me" . . .in the waiting room . . . mentally directed to some poor (albeit) annoying child)
"She's so little!"
(seeing the Little Lady for the first time in the recovery room)
"Baby Boy, you'd better stop kicking my bladder . . . now is NOT the time!"
(in recovery, desperately needing to go to the bathroom but not wanting to leave my little girl)
"Holy CRAP -- where is that nurse?"
(in our room, every night when the IV alarms would go off for no reason WHATSOEVER!)
"So help me, if she pokes her one more time . . . ."
(holding the Little Lady, watching the Lab Tech try get blood from the Little Lady's fingers)
"Why do people have to freakin' SNORE?"
(this flashed through my mind every single night . . . and, no, I'm not naming names (yet))
"Please, God, why does this have to be so rough for her?"
(watching and holding my Little Lady as she screamed and writhed in pain for 30 minutes)
"Yeah, you're cute, Doc. . . but that doesn't mean you can just waltz in our room at 7 am. Dear, Lord, I hope I wasn't all sprawled out asleep in some funky position. Crap -- was my mouth open?"
(Thursday, 7 am, as the Little Lady's doctor came in for an update)
"Awwwwww."
(watching the Little Lady asleep on my belly, while she was blissfully unaware that her baby brother was kicking her face over and over and over)
"What, am I the ONLY woman in Houston who owns a MIRROR?"
(first excursion on "the outside;" a trip to the grocery store . . . and my petty, internal response to the VERY ill-fitting hoochie outfits I saw on every aisle)
Mmmmmm . . . . pregnant, stressed out me, is very, very, VERY violent! I'm a little scared of myself right now!
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I recommend no driving. Hormonal pregnant women are also crazy angry drivers. ;)
I just wanted to let you know I'm thinking of you, and I hope things get better from here on out.
Bless you! This is my daily inner rage - kudos for only having it when pregnant and under stress :)
Hope you have a calm uneventful week.
Eat some chocolate, woman!!
Quick recovery vibes for your LIttle Lady!
Aww, I hope this week will be a bit better for you!
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Oh sweetie...it sounds like you need some good mommy time. Alone. Just you. Pampered!! Maybe a massage? Maybe a pedicure? Something! I cannot afford any of these things but I know how awesome it feels to just have a few minutes alone with yourself. I like to take a bath with a candle burning...silence...alone. I try not to think of anything at all and when I get out I use some good smelling lotions! One of my favorites is for my achey tired feet. I just tried it last week called Topricin and it feels so soothing. That is all this mama can do for some pampering, but it still has such a way to help refresh the soul :) Hang in there! SmilingGreenMom *find me on twitter!
My brain sounds like that most of the time. Can't imagine if I were as stressed as you.
I have been a bad bloggy friend and haven't visited in a while - I had to read back to find out what was going on with Little Lady. I'm glad you're all back home!
Wonderfully funny! lol. I especially loved the mirror one. ha ha ha! You're hilarious.
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