WhitneyTo Be or Not to Be a Mother -Part Two
December 20th 2006 02:56
My OB/GYN gave me a gift today. He told me I could pick a day and he’d induce labor. Not that he did this often. But since I was 3 ½ weeks away from my due date he said he could safely induce labor the following week or anytime thereafter. Such a nice gift I thought, but since I knew he was more the conservative type I asked why he would do this for me? Because, he said, because I was the sickest patient he’d ever had and he wanted my suffering to end (at the earliest possible date). An end to my suffering? Alright!!!!
And more good news. My soon to be brother-in-law was graduating from medical school and my husband and I were invited to attend a dinner in his honor at a fancy restaurant. I had no nice clothes that fit (as you well know I had no reason to shop this pregnancy) and I would have to bring my spit pot and drooling ways along with me, but my in-laws and his parents were O.K. with this. Their only stipulation? That we didn’t bring Josh, who was nineteen months old and all over the place.
Yippee! A night out with adults. Of course the old me would never be caught dead outside the house looking the way I currently looked (see previous day’s blog for further details). But the new me wanted to live. I wanna live…and have fun. I was so excited. And even though Josh’s regular babysitter couldn’t watch him that night I felt confident that my parents would help out. Especially, since they of all people knew how difficult I’d had it. For the first time since I got pregnant a second time (ie., for the past 8 months) their daughter was going to have some fun. How could they say no?
So I asked them if they would watch Josh so my husband and I could go out on that Saturday night. And they said yes! Then they asked what we planned to do and I told them about my sister-in-law’s (my husband’s sister) fiance’s graduation party and that’s when they said no. As in no, they changed their mind and wouldn’t be babysitting as previously planned. You see my mother thought she’d be doing it to please my in-law’s so she told me she’d rather not (keep in mind there was no family feud or bad blood between them). When I pleaded that it would be for me, not them, that I was the one who really wanted to go and please, please do it for me, she still insisted it would be for them. So the answer was still no.
Guess what I didn’t get to go. And I really wanted to go. Oh well. It is what it is.
And more good news. My soon to be brother-in-law was graduating from medical school and my husband and I were invited to attend a dinner in his honor at a fancy restaurant. I had no nice clothes that fit (as you well know I had no reason to shop this pregnancy) and I would have to bring my spit pot and drooling ways along with me, but my in-laws and his parents were O.K. with this. Their only stipulation? That we didn’t bring Josh, who was nineteen months old and all over the place.
Yippee! A night out with adults. Of course the old me would never be caught dead outside the house looking the way I currently looked (see previous day’s blog for further details). But the new me wanted to live. I wanna live…and have fun. I was so excited. And even though Josh’s regular babysitter couldn’t watch him that night I felt confident that my parents would help out. Especially, since they of all people knew how difficult I’d had it. For the first time since I got pregnant a second time (ie., for the past 8 months) their daughter was going to have some fun. How could they say no?
So I asked them if they would watch Josh so my husband and I could go out on that Saturday night. And they said yes! Then they asked what we planned to do and I told them about my sister-in-law’s (my husband’s sister) fiance’s graduation party and that’s when they said no. As in no, they changed their mind and wouldn’t be babysitting as previously planned. You see my mother thought she’d be doing it to please my in-law’s so she told me she’d rather not (keep in mind there was no family feud or bad blood between them). When I pleaded that it would be for me, not them, that I was the one who really wanted to go and please, please do it for me, she still insisted it would be for them. So the answer was still no.
Guess what I didn’t get to go. And I really wanted to go. Oh well. It is what it is.
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