For the second week in a row I missed my OB appointment. Last week I showed up on Friday morning, only to be told my doctor was out and I was a no-show on Wednesday. I was mortified. I got a print out of my appointments to avoid similar fuck ups and went home only to do the same thing today. On my calendar my next appointment is clearly marked for April 9th. But in my wallet planner and on the print out the 7th is the date scheduled.
I missed an appointment, again, because I fucked up in transferring the date from one place to another. Awesome. If it’s this hard for me to get my shit together now, how on earth am I going to deal with schedules for myself and 3 kids?
The good news is that the baby has turned and I think it’s stayed that way. I feel feet where they should be. I’ve unfortunately hit my pregnancy limit well before my due date. I’m ready to evict this baby now, and I’ve still got a good 4 weeks. I have another ultrasound on Monday and I keep fantasizing that they’ll find a reason to recommend an early induction, which is fucking ridiculous because the last thing I want is to have a baby come when my body isn’t ready. I guess intellectually it’s the last thing I want. Emotionally I want this baby out.
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