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At this point I have a whole list of stupid shit I’ve tried in order to get labor started. I guess that will have to go in the baby book. None of it works.
I called my OB’s office this morning to try and move my appointment up (they had me scheduled for Friday, which was just over two weeks from my previous appointment since she was out of town last week). They rescheduled it for me. FOR THURSDAY.
I, woman of no backbone, just said ok and then spent the following half hour sobbing like I haven’t done since my miserable days at the insurance agency.
You would think that they would give a little bit of scheduling priority for someone who has what is technically considered a high risk pregnancy (due to the GDM), but apparently not.
I should have called back after the crying spell and insisted on some help, but instead I got in bed and stared at the wall until I fell asleep for another four hours.
I have to figure out what to say when I call back again tomorrow morning, but why bother? I’ll just end up accepting no for an answer without protest like always. I can make a good Julia Sugarbaker speech in my head, but when it comes to reality, I just let people run all over me.
Obviously this is getting me down. I’m also more easily angered every day. I don’t even like the “How are you feeling?” texts I get. I just want to answer “Like shit. How else would I feel?” But that’s not nice.
I even had a couple of moments today where I was ready to bite a good friend’s head off – but trust me when I say she earned it.
So I’m crankier and crankier, and it’s not going to get any better. I know everyone is just so over it late in pregnancy, but very little of this is about the physical discomfort for me (though it’s no picnic). I’m mostly stressed out because I’m so worried about this baby getting too big.
My mom, aunts, mother-in-law, one of J.R.’s aunts and a couple of family friends who may as well be family are throwing a big baby shower for us (or for the baby?) in just over a week, which we’re excited about. To tell the truth, I’m most looking forward to this being the day that I plan to cheat on my GDM (that’s gestational diabetes mellitus, but I could see it going another way) diet a teeny bit.
Because we have eight hostesses, that means I needed eight hostess gifts. That was a little tricky because I’m trying to be careful about money, but I came up with an idea with a little help from Martha Stewart. Hers, of course, are prettier than my final product, but I strayed from her project anyway.
I decided that I would mix lemon sugar and plain sugar, so that the finished product would be flavored as well as scented. At Whole Foods I picked up a couple of small jars of lemon-flavored sugar. Because the lemon sugar was organic, it had the unbleached color and was fairly course, so I thought it would be best visually and taste-wise if the sugar I mixed it with was also organic. I just got a bag of the Whole Foods generic cane sugar for that.
We got some lemons and limes and J.R. dried out the little pieces in the oven because I’m too impatient to wait a few days for them to dehydrate naturally. If you ever do this, don’t bother trying to dry out lime zest in the oven. It turns an ugly drab olive color.
We got the containers at my new favorite place, The Container Store. I had a pretty specific idea of the kind of jars I wanted, but they didn’t have them in the size and shape that I needed, so I settled for simple glass spice jars with metal lids. They were under $2 each, so the price was right.
When we got home, J.R. dried out the rinds and I put the sugar mixture together, then I combined them in the jars. I put labels on them three times before I settled on one that I liked. Then I made some tags and was all done!
Here are some pictures in case you’ve been burned in the past by people who make up stories about mixing sugar and pouring it in jars. Please excuse the poor quality of the photos – I took them with my phone.
So that was my little project. Pretty simple as well as inexpensive.
However, you can’t mute it when they don’t use a hashtag. Argh.
Unrelated: If I were Rick, I would murder the shit out of Shane. Wouldn’t we all, though?
Muting the #oscars hashtag has been phenomenal! Now the trade deadline tweets won’t get lost in the mess (though that’s getting tedious as well).
It would be one thing if people would a) limit their awards show tweets, and b) make sure they’re at least funny or insightful, but they typically aren’t. I don’t really need my feed clogged with “ZOMG!!1! NICKI MINAJ!” I also don’t need a recap of who won what – it’s on network tv, and if I care, I’ll watch it (SPOILER: I don’t care).
Oh well. It’s not really important. I’m glad that my life is relatively drama-free to the point where I only have something so mundane to complain about.
If this makes you sad, I’m sorry it makes you sad. Not having any Cadbury Eggs makes me sad.