It's one of those days where everything goes wrong. I am already in a foul mood as I haven't been well for the past 2,5 days and not being able to sleep while being 27 weeks knocked up is very exhausting. My eyes keep running as if I was crying. My sinuses are swollen and really painful. There is an immense pressure on my bladder and everytime I sneeze it feels as if I'm about to pee my pants. The skin around my nose is raw and red, even Rudolph would have been teasing me. And I know I'll be well enough tomorrow to go to work and sit in an office where it is 28C and sweat and not being able to breathe due to the heat. Thank God I'm almost done with that place.
I walk downstairs after I've managed to get out of bed only to find that there is a chunk missing out of the coffeetable. This pissed me off more that most things as it seems I can never have nice things without someone or something messes it all up.
I also just realised that for the last 2 days when I've been trying to get in touch with the midwife at the maternity ward, I've left the wrong FUCKING number on her answering machine because there is no logic to my mobile number OR the home phone number!! And I've had enough. I am fed up with trying to figure out how the system works here as everyone seems to assume everyone knows how it all works.
I am sorry for not having been pregnant before, something I realise is a rarity for someone at the age of 31 in this shithole of a country - I guess I ought to be taking my 13 year old to antenatal classes, not actually wanting to attend myself. BUT. I don't know how it's supposed to be. They don't tell you shit about how often you should see a midwife or if they will call you (which they won't do even if you leave the right number) or if you need to call them.
I'm fed up with not being well and things not working out the way they're supposed to.
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