I am sooo grouchy. Just like all my ob patients at the end I hate being pregnant and want to get this child OUT of me. I look like a battleship (bullous belly on skinny little legs), walk like a turtle, and am trying desperatly hard not to snarl like a badger. I had to take time off. The last three times I worked - including one 30 hour shift - I went into contractions every 2-3 minutes. Damn things hurt. Cervix changed only a little, not enough. Had one hit yesterday in clinic while I was trying to inject a shoulder...I am not safe for patient care anymore. So here I am at home. Where I was longing to be just last week. And I'm sooo bored and sooo grouchy. I'm taking care of Beautiful Little Girl at home and am so proud that I haven't been grouchy to her at all yet. I've had 5 tea parties in the last 2 days and am not sure how much more I can take though. My pelvis hurts every step I take. *whine whine whine* I'm tearful, hubby has to work late the next few nights. If I could put pitocin in my veins right now I could...but there's no medical reason. blah!!
Read the articles on pregnancy during residency. Studies show that we enjoy our pregnancy a lot less. Go into preterm contractions but not preterm labor. Yup. Why didn't I become a nurse? Or a pastry chef?
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
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