Two posts in two days. The mind reels.
So, I'm 38 weeks today, and I have 14 days left until my EDD. That is effing close.
I feel... I don't know. Right now, I feel lonely.
Mr. Wolfman is wonderful - beyond wonderful - and always here for me, when he's here. But part of his being here for me and for the little monster is as a provider and he's taken on a temporary second job, just to get some extra money in the bank before the little one arrives. He'll be back to just one job before the little one gets here, but right now he's working 80 hours a week, and I'm working 40, so we don't see very much of each other. And since this is really our last time with it being just the two of us, I feel like we're missing out and it makes me sad.
And, through no one's doing but my own, I don't really have friends. I shouldn't say that. I have some wonderful friends, just not very many, and none of them are here, and of course they all have their own stuff going on, and I don't want to be the self-centred pregnant woman and go on and on about baby stuff - but I have nothing else going on right now. I work, and I'm too tired to do anything else, so I feel like I have nothing to contribute to a conversation. I can talk about what I watched on YouTube or an article I read, or about my increasingly unpleasant bodily functions, but not about anything I've actually done or seen recently. And I'm starting to feel like this is going to get worse after the baby, because then everything I do will be baby related, and consequently, that's all I'll have to talk about.
My parents are in their 50s and don't have friends, and growing up I don't remember them having friends, and I don't want that - for myself, but especially for Mr. Wolfman, who is super social and really enjoys being around people - I feel like I'm taking that away from him because I just don't click with people. I get exhausted around them, and feel anxiety at the thought of any social interaction with anyone I don't know really well. I really don't want my son to end up in the 3rd generation of friendless misanthropes when he's an adult. I'm not friendless and my parents aren't misanthropes. I guess I'm just mad at myself because I haven't seen my close friends for so, so long - some for years - and I feel like I'm incapable of making new ones.
I opened up this blog fully intending to write about how close everything is getting and how excited I am - not meant to be misleading, I really felt exactly that, until I typed "I feel" and all this came pouring out. Now I can't stop crying. Stupid pregnancy hormones.
And I feel totally useless. Today I was off work, and after a trip to the Dr.'s (which was also going to be one of the main topics of this post), a visit to the post office and a stop by the grocery store, I came home and did nothing. All fucking day. I checked Facebook, baby boards, watched Dr. Phil on YouTube. That's it. I didn't even do anything fun but pointless. Everything I did was boring and pointless. I ate one meal and a bag of microwave popcorn and now I just don't even know what to do with myself. If I can't even look after the house now, how much worse is it going to be when I am looking after a baby and trying to stay on top of housework.
Well. Good thing I don't have regular readers to get totally depressed by random posts with misleading titles.
Everything went great at the Dr.'s. Dr. Illegible is really happy with my progress and with the little monster. He's going on vacation for 3 weeks, so I won't see him again now until after the baby is born, but he has been really great through this whole thing. I forgot to ask him about the vaccination schedule, but I can ask Dr. Ladyhouse when I see her next week (I have yet to do a post about my OB, who I met last month and who so far seems great)... assuming I don't go into labour before that.
Also, random, but I realized today that Mr. Wolfman is 6'1", his dad is 6'2", his brother is probably 6'4", my dad is 6'2" and all of my Dad's brother's are his height or slightly taller. When I asked Dr. Illegible if there was any indication of how big the little monster is going to be, he said, "not small." I'm just a tad worried now... but as Mr. Wolfman lovingly pointed out, all that really matters is the size of his head 0_0