Take Me Out of the Toaster, I. Am. DONE.

Day 47 - 4.27.08

I have officially hit cranky pregnant beyotch stage. Seriously. As of about 2 days ago, I am so over this. I know, I know - it's best for the babies to stay in as long as possible, but I am so sick of contractions, bed-sore hips, a pelvis that feels so swollen it's like I am carrying a bowling ball around in it, barely being able to hobble to the bathroom, sometimes needing HELP to hobble to the bathroom, I am just done. Thankfully I have not had to ask for help wiping. I told my mom this weekend that I cannot be nice to anyone anymore, especially if it's hospital staff who is not giving me what I want when I want it. Don't get me wrong - for the duration of my stay, I have really loved almost all of the staff I've been in contact with (Michelle, Susan, Sarah, and Coco - you have seriously kept me sane since I have been here, and I have the deepest admiration bordering on a stalkerish kind of affection for you), and have only requested NOT to have two nurses, but I now feel like since I've been here for almost 2 months, I'm not dealing with anyone or any situation that irritates me or my uterus.

The staff has told me from the beginning of my stay that I am a very low maintenance patient, but those days are quickly drawing to a close. I don't know if it's a combination of discomfort, misery, hormones, or a big ole combination of all of the above, but Lord help the person who irritates my uterus right now.

Don't say I didn't warn you.