26.4 Weeks Along - Early Morning Mood Swings

According to this journal thingy I have for my pregnancy this is day number 185 of my pregnancy! I have 95 days or 13 weeks left, and am 67.5% of the way there.

But I feel like I have been pregnant for eons! Not that I'm looking to rush things along mind you, no, gidget can stay where she is till she's done cookin! I'm just in a generally grumbly mood right now. Actually, I'm really quite cranky.

Gareth called to let me know he arrived back in the UK safe and sound. I guess the Simply Sleep stuff I gave him to help him sleep on the plane (he's going straight into work) made him fidgety and now I feel bad for giving it to him. But the thought of him going straight into work, on no sleep made me really nervous. It still does. He only got a couple of hours sleep on the flight back. And while I know he's only back there for a short time, I just feel like it's the end of the world.

Then I called him at work just to make sure he made it in ok. That was a lovely conversation. I bawled through most of it, and in between my little hiccup sobs I heard him promise over and over it won't be much longer. I know, it isn't easy on him either. He tears up almost as easily as I do. And he let me know he's got the pictures of gidget on his desk, garnering all sorts of attention. That made me cry even harder. Oh and by the way, who's the new secretary that answered the phone? I'd like to slap her!

Gee, wonder why the senior partner at the firm has gone through so many secretaries lately? Oh that's right, because he's a nob! A real wanker, tosser....pick a name, and I'll endorse it! I hate that cheeky b@sta@rd! And I'd pay to see the expression on his face when Gareth tells him which firm he's joining here in the states. It should be a sweet moment because the dude that Gareth's boss set up the firm with left for some reason or other, and I don't think it was entirely positive. Anyhow the firm still bears his name, but he has no connection with it. And he now consults with CHP, the firm here in the states that Gareth is joining. And for some reason I think that CH - Gareth's boss and senior partner isn't going to like that Gareth decided to pass up PC, the American company here in Maine, and accept the offer from the British company in NY. Nope not one little bit. And ya know what? I don't care! I don't like CH one little bit. Personally, I'd like to gouge his eyeballs out with a spoon!

Enough about that twit...thinking about him is making my cranky mood turn just plain foul!

Anyhow I did let Gareth know that my OB's scheduler called and my C-Section has been scheduled. Actually I let him know that earlier when he called from Newark. And folks, don't get all excited, we aren't telling ANYONE...no, not a soul...not one single other person. That's right...that means YOU too! Stop making that face! You remember what your mother said about making faces like that don't you? It might freeze that way and you'd look pretty silly walking into the grocery store with that expression permanently frozen in time on your face. Someone might think you had a Botox injection that went horribly wrong.

So there, no matter how much begging or prodding or pleading you do, we aren't telling! Besides, I have never once made it to a scheduled date.

I will say though that I am glad that I don't have to be there at the butt crack of dawn. We have a nice sensible sugery time and I only have to be at the hospital 2 hours prior to that. That does my mood no end of good.

Well it would if I weren't already so cranky.

I have errands to run later today and I'm afraid if I get the least little bit annoyed with someone I might have a go at them. I can tell, it's just going to be one of those kinds of days.

I went and did something incredibly stupid earlier this evening too. Oh big surprise there, I'm sure.

I was in the front room, eating some sugar-free licorice thingys and remembered I hadn't taken my prenatal vitamin yet. So I went and got one of those and set it down on the coffee table and went to get a bottle of water out of the fridge.

Well, the vitamins are shaped just like the licorice I was eating....they're kinda huge. And they don't taste bad on the outside. Just thought I'd throw that in there.

So I guess I must have picked up a piece of licorice (they are shaped like Good N Plenty's except not pink and white, they're black, whereas my vitamins are dark purple) and taken it with some water, thinking it was my vitamin because a few minutes later I popped a couple of pieces of licorice into my mouth and got quite the shock. Yuck! And I haven't been able to get the taste out of my mouth since. Prenatal vitamins are not meant to be chewed! And these aren't the kind you can get in the store. I asked for these Rx only brand (PrimaCare One) because they have DHA and something else important for baby's vital eye and brain development and heart health. My insurance wouldn't even cover them, so I just paid for the damn things. That still doesn't make them taste any better. And by the way, why won't insurance companies cover these? That's something else that just makes me pissy and want to gouge someone's eye out with a spoon!

It could have been worse though. It could have been one of those nasty fish oil pills I take. That would not have been a good thing...not a Martha moment at all!