04-11-2008 - So tired...

My mood while writing this blog: Ok

Okay, so here I go complaining again. It's really all I do anymore. I complain all day and then I go home to DH and whine to him that I need to be cuddled. lol. I am such a mess. I really need to stop and go grocery shopping on the way home but right now I am so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. We went and voted first thing this morning and between the walking and standing in line my back and hip were killing me, so much so that I was miserable on the drive into work. The day hasn't gotten much better. So here my rant goes, most likely aggravated by my lack of sleep do to a very painful hip and the stupid time change.

I know having a baby is a miracle, and no one is happier or more excited and blessed feeling than I am, but I am SOOO tired of my co-workers. Every single day I get the "how's baby" "how are you" "hey momma" and on and on. One co-worker has decided every time she sees me she needs to run her ragged, long nails down my back. One stalkerish coworker started giving me back rubs when she noticed me having back pains one day. I finally got her to stop that - she actually would hurt me instead of help me - now she has to "check" on me everyday and email me and then come and give me hugs. I missed one day of work last week - yes, one day - and she gave me a get well card. That made me feel like a cancer pt or something. How weird is that? I get emails from another well meaning co-worker everyday about how "mini-me" is doing. Yes, I love that she calls my baby girl "mini-me" but it gets so old having to answer these same inane questions everyday. My other co-worker emailed me asking me when my next doctor's appt is. I simply deleted that one. It is no one else's business about my doctor's appts. I really wish co-workers would realize that while having a child is a miracle and wonderful event, it is my personal business, and my body involved and has absolutely nothing to do with them. It doesn't mean you get free reign on my medical history past and present, that you have an open invitation to touch me on any part of my body whenever you feel the need, it doesn't mean I need, want, or can even stand to listen to your endless advice and horror stories about your pregnancy, birth experience, or your bad job as a parent which has resulted in a child that you "cannot do anything with" and ends with you saying either "see what you have to look forward to" or "just wait" or "aren't you glad you're pregnant", and it certainly doesn't give you the right to judge and comment to me or about me about any and everything I eat, drink, say, do, etc.

Next pregnancy,while hopefully I will not be working here, I plan to not tell anyone for as long as possible. I have enough stress with having to deal with my family and DH's family who have a tendency to do the same exact things I complain about my co-workers doing, but at least they are related. Not saying I enjoy listening to or dealing with them any more than I do the work people, but I am not forced into a small area with them for 8-9 hrs a day, 5 days a week and have to be nice.

Okay, done ranting now. Going home to hopefully get some rest and be friendlier tomorrow. Sorry for anyone who has read this!!!