It’s Wednesday. I have a prenatal appointment at 3pm. It was supposed to be at 10:30, but I was way too tired to go, so I called and changed it. I don’t want to go at all. This gestational diabetes is a real pain in my ass. I am sick of having to watch what I eat. I am sick of sticking my fingers. I am sick of the end result---sugar is still high. When I don’t follow their diet, my sugar is totally normal. I don’t understand what the point is in following the diet if it’s going to make my sugar higher…????
I am in a bad mood. I have been since yesterday. Going to Jon’s mom’s puts me in a bad mood. I’m positive that no one would understand why, it’s just that everything anyone says to me has something to do with being pregnant, having a baby, having a baby shower--- I don’t want to ruin anyone’s fun, but I don’t even WANT a baby shower. Especially the way it’s going to happen out here. Aren’t baby showers supposed to be a party for the expectant mother, where all of her friends and relatives come and wish her well and good stuff like that??? Maybe I’m wrong but that’s what I thought it was all about.
The baby shower I am going to get is really just a “grandmother shower” if you think about it. It’s Pat’s party and she’s inviting all of HER friends and relatives. The people I am going to recognize, I can count on one hand. I am sick of this. I am a shy person and this is just way too much for me to handle. I should go to OH and have my own shower. Screw this nonsense.
Last night we were told by Pat that this friend of hers was disappointed in us because we didn’t send her a thank you card after she let us go to her deceased mother’s house and take whatever furnishings we wanted. Oh, and “we” didn’t thank her for her baby present, which I might add wasn’t a “we” present. It’s a present to the DePue family. A family I do not belong to, and have no intentions of belonging to anytime soon. How would you feel if YOU were carrying a baby that was making you absolutely sick all the time, and then YOU receive a little infant teeshirt that says “100% DEPUE CREATION” . What the hell is that? My name happens to be Wuebker and I know I had something to do with this baby. So this gift offends me and I will not say thank you. If Jon see’s it fit to say thank you, that’s his business.
I’m also in a bad mood because I forgot to call my friend the other night. I haven’t talked to her in awhile and she specifically told me to call her at 10:30, and I forgot. It was her birthday yesterday and I didn’t get to call her then because I was busy doing laundry and writing out the invitations to a baby shower I don’t even want to go to . Oh well, maybe I’ll get a chance to call her at some point this week. Maybe I’ll be allowed to go home for a visit, I doubt that, but I’ll keep my fingers crossed.