so every wednesday Svend gets off work at noon...so I always try to plan things that I don't want to do with the kids on wednesday afternoon...like my OB.
Can I tell you how many times Svend has been home while I've gone to the OB in my 26 weeks of pregnancy??? 1. 1!!!!
Tomorrow is my OB. Guess what? and ankle fracture came up. Yipee. It's hard. Because he NEEDS this. He needs it not just because it's an ankle but because it's a doctor he likes and more importantly it's PEDIATRICS.
Tomorrow I was supposed to tell the OB about my contractions, headaches, heart flutters, fatigue...heart pounding in my chest by just walking 10 feet...
But, I'll have 4 kids with me. Never mind. I will just want to get through it. I could call my visiting teacher. She's offered to watch them before...but it has never worked out. I just hate calling and bugging...
And since this is a summer baby, I'll have the majority of my appointments with ALL the kids. I just hate this. I hate it hate it hate.
I hate that I am angry and frustrated because it's for a GOOD reason he is missing... but it still makes me want to cry.
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