nice spidey suit
Written on 15 July 2004 at 7:38 p.m.

FINALLY another day off. Tomorrow. And then work from Saturday at six to Sunday at noon, which ugh. But tomorrow, at least, I get to sleep past five.

I am feeling really sorry for myself today. I feel like all the other residents are so lucky because they're not pregnant and nauseous 24/7, and all the other pregnant people (in the world in general) are so lucky because they're not residents and they get to sleep in their own beds every night and barf in non-public bathrooms and eat when they're hungry and pee when they need to, etc.

I know everybody has their own problems but I am just getting impatient with my specific set of problems. Not that I want to try new ones out but anyway. Just pitying self. I hope I will stop soon.

My husband is wonderful and he cleaned the house and did the laundry today and cleaned the kitchen like crazy and cooked me dinner last night. Yay him. On the Newborn Channel on the hospital TV? Which was on in a patient's room? They had this thing about "helping Daddy to not feel left out" and it said how you should let him burp the baby and change a diaper every now and then. And it made me say HA HA HA HA. I think I will help Daddy not feel left out by having the baby in his care for ten hours a day and thirty-hour stretches every four days. That should work.

I can already tell that a lot of things are going to annoy me since my family will have the father as primary caregiver. Like how all parenting magazines assume they're being read by mommies, of course. Um no. And just a billion other things but yeah.

Going to bed now.

When I wake up I hope I feel less like Spiderman. Which um is complicated and too much typing to type. But maybe you know what I mean.

xoxoxo