trust me… I am fighting like hell to get the best outcome from this birth… Who said I was having a cesarean? I’m not trying to have one nor am I trying to imagine getting one… I am still in the mindframe that this external version will work and that I will be able to have a natural delivery. (Vaginal induced). And even though all of the doctors at my office have not been very reassuring about the version working… I am making them do it anyway LOL.
But I am trying to stay as positive as I can and not automatically think that I’m getting a section. :) I totally understand that if it happens it happens and I can’t really do anything about it… So it’s not so much disappointment as it is acceptance now because at this point there’s nothing I can do about it… So I don’t know how I will react if I end up needing a C-section… But I’m not even going to think about it and I will cross that bridge if it comes. :)
I was sitting on the couch watching TV with Mak and next thing I know she was handing me a diaper telling me that she was wet and I looked at the clock and I had been two hours. What the heck? I mean, thank goodness that she let me sleep… But really? Two hours?! Damn!
Thank youuuu! Someone gets it haha.
I posted it on Instagram first and I got a bunch of comments that were completely irrelevant to me… Like oh it’s my blah blah blah… Or it’s my brothers blah blah blah… Nothing in regards to me.
Like- is that really necessary dude? Haha
So when I posted on here… I had to put a disclaimer up because I knew what was going happen and I was already in a pissed off mood and I honestly did not want to deal with it LOL
You would think it’s common courtesy right? -_- but apparently it’s offensive. Whatevs. I didn’t notice any loss of followers so clearly even though I pissed off a couple of people… They are still following me… So they must care little too much. hahaha
I blame myself for not letting him stay gone.