Holy crap I am in a foul mood today. Yesterday sucked. I got myself over to a new coffee shop to work, and no sooner ordered my decaf tea and sat down that I needed to go to the bathroom. And what do I see? Some sort of discharge, not clear, not white, not really sure at all what it was. So I went home, called the doctor. Everything still looks good, numbers from the blood tests are great, but my cervix is irritated. Probably nothing to worry about, just a normal occurrence during early pregnancy, especially a subsequent one. But I need to take it easy and watch for any changes. There was only one episode of the discharge, nothing since about noon yesterday, but of course the day was ruined. I laid on the couch the rest of the day, watching downloaded Ugly Betty episodes and feeling very pissed off and sorry for myself. I don’t really know how much easier I can take it than simply walking up the street unless I am going to be basically on bed rest.
So today I’m at home, and just now I look out the window and what do I see? An obviously pregnant woman jogging to the Y down the street. Where she’ll probably join the other pregnant woman Josh saw a while back doing abdominal exercises. Yes, side bends, with weights in her hands. What the hell? The world is so d**n unfair.
And I’m pissed off because I’ll be 30 on Saturday. And I remember wondering in December, when I finally started to believe I really would be having a baby, whether I’d be able to time things well enough to have a drink on my 30th. Apparently not. I was pregnant on my 29th birthday, and really happy. Somebody please tell me this upcoming 31st year won’t be quite so horrendous? And that next year, for 31, I won’t be feeling quite so wretched.