Sigh

My doctor appointment yesterday went exactly how I figured it would and not at all how I had hoped. I am still not dilated at all, and Baby Bean is expected to make it to her scheduled birthday. What a stubborn little girl! Doesn't she know how badly she is making her mamma itch?! Needless to say, I was pretty bummed. Instead of hearing, "I could see you any day this week!" from my doctor I got instructions for the day of my scheduled c-section.

On top of that, I felt like absolute deuce. I hadn't slept hardly at all the night before due to the insane itching of my feet. I lay awake in bed for hours on end scratching and scratching them. Every time I would fall asleep a new spot would itch. I think I finally conked out around 2:30, too exhausted to scratch anymore. Of course I still woke up many times throughout the night. The next morning my feet felt like they were on fire from all the itching and scratching. Since I didn't get much sleep, I sent my PM at work a text telling him I had been up all night, was going to try to catch a couple more hours of sleep, and then be in after my doctor appointment.

When I did get up for the day, however, the lack of sleep had taken its toll on all of me. I couldn't tell if I was coming down with something or if I was just plain exhausted. I got into work around 11:00 and all I could do was stare off into space and think about how cruddy I felt. I tried to pioneer through my emails, and tried to focus on work, but I was just not mentally there. As soon as my PM walked by, I went to tell him the news from my appointment that morning. As luck would have it, I caught him in a awesome mood. Why? Because we passed the audit with zero findings and it was all due to him! (Yes, I am seriously honored to work for this guy.) I relayed the info that I would be in all week and then proceeded to tell him I felt like I had been hit by a Mack truck and why. He told me to go home and rest up and that he was honestly surprised to see me there at all. He said he had written me off for the week as it was and didn't expect that I would be there, so he didn't care if I came in at all this week, and if I did choose to come in, not to bust my butt getting there by 8:00 in the morning, but rather to take it easy, sleep in, and rest up before the big day. If I hadn't been so exhausted, my eyes would have welled up. I thanked him profusely for being so understanding and told him how much I appreciated him. Then I went home for the day, after only being in for 2 hours.

I can tell you I was thanking God for my PM last night as I had yet another sleepless night. My doctor told me I could take Ben.adryl and use the cream to help the itch, which is fantastic until it wears off at 3:00 a.m. I do like the added benefit it brings to the table of helping me doze off. :) I really wish that the false contractions would stop too. They are no longer fun since I know they aren't leading to labor. Now they are just downright annoying, especially all night long and while driving. The upside is I have no sleeping pattern, which will work fantastically once Baby Bean arrives. I'm up every couple of hours anyway to either scratch, go potty, or just plain be awake for no reason whatsoever, so I look at it as a blessing in that respect.

Today I didn't even make it into work, but it is more due to an ice storm warning that is supposed to take effect in a few minutes and last through tomorrow. I believe it, seeing as there is already ice accumulating on our crepe myrtles. I'm just going to spend the day relaxing with the pooches, watching a bit of TV, catching up on blogs (finally) and napping on and off while Baby Bean attempts to move around in her cramped quarters.