(no subject)

[ocelot]

I feel like posting a really angsty rant, but it would just hurt people, so I'll resist.

Basically, nesting is incredibly frustrating and panic inducing when you don't know where you'll be living after the baby is born.

I'm thinking about making baby stuff out of the old twin-sized flannel sheets I have sitting around. Blankets would be terribly easy, but something a bit more creative would be good, too. It needs to be pretty simple (since I'm not really great at sewing) and quick (since I tend not to finish things if they take too long).

Baby is having a kicky-fit. Right now it's just making me feel more panicy and depressed.

I'm getting the feeling that I forgot to bring in my leftovers from the stupid overpriced sushi place last night, despite specifically thinking about bringing them in immediately before getting out of the car. *checks fridge* Yup, sure did.

Someone please give me my brain/life/sanity back?

Comments

[cymrullewes.livejournal.com]

Write the rant. It'll make you feel better and you can tear it up later if you feel it will hurt anyone if they see it. I think I filled up five pages of a legal pad one night before Wen was born ranting about people's reactions to finding out I was pregnant and not worried about giving birth without medical support. (BTW Don't mention it to Alaric. You see, I did tear up the rant after I wrote it and was feeling more normally.) Raging hormones tend to intensfy what is there. Don't listen to TeeCee and his talk about pregnancy brain. Life is what you make of it. Sanity is overrated. Hang in there. You'll do great. (No, I'm not being patronizing or cheerfuly oblivious. I'm basing my statement on how ~you~ and ~koyote~ dealt with my children. There really aren't that many people that I would say it to.)