Pediatrician Vent

Just needed to vent... hopefully you guys can add some input. Today was supposed to be the day John and I went to meet the pediatrician. I have been looking forward to it since I made the appointment and is something I am excited to do. I know it's only going to be like 15 minutes, but its one more thing baby that I get to check off the to do list and just one more thing that makes it feel like its really happening. Plus, it makes me feel proactive, it gives me something to do and it makes me feel just a little bit more prepared for the baby.

Anyway, before John left for work he asked me if there was anything I needed from him just incase he couldn't make it to the appointment. I asked him if that meant that he might not make it to the appointment and he said that they were throwing a going away party for someone after work and that he wanted to go. I told him no, that I didn't need anything from him, but he must have seen that it upset me and said never mind that he would be there. He didn't say it mean or anything like that and it certainly wasn't like "ughhhh fine, ill go" but it still upset me.

I messaged him while he was at work giving him the out, letting him know that he doesn't have to be there because I can do it myself and he replied that "it was fine and that he has to grow up anyway." It is nice to see that he realized he was wrong, but I'm still upset. I could have left it and just had him come and ignored that it even happened at all, but I just couldn't do that. I was honest with him and told him that it didn't matter whether he came or not because now if he comes I will still sit there the whole time thinking in the back of my head about how he doesn't want to be there. He said he did want to be there and we left it like that for a few hours.

Later, he messaged me and asked if I could call up to see if they could reschedule for an earlier time. Once again, I probably could have called up, maybe would have gotten an earlier time, he could have came and then still had time to meet up with his co-workers, and we both would have had it our way, but I just didn't want to do that. I have been looking forward to this and I am just disappointed that he doesn't share in that excitement. I dream about how I would have liked the situation to have happened, how he would have been looking forward to the appointment like me, and how they would have told him about the party, and naturally in his head he wouldn't have second guessed about where he would rather go. A girl can dream, can't she?

I just wish he was excited like I am. I wish he had wanted to go because he actually wanted to go, not because I am upset that he didn't want to go. I wish that he would take the initiative to do things to prepare for this baby and that it wasn't me always have to micromanage things like setting up our apartment. I wish that this all came naturally to him and that he would have snapped into baby mode the second I told him I was pregnant. I wish a lot of things... I also wish that they all came true.

But now here is where I want your input. Am I overreacting? It isn't like I am yelling at him or starting a huge fight, I'm home alone while he is at work and I let myself cry over it for a few minutes and then just said snap out of it and get over it. But still, I feel like I may be overreacting and wasted my tears on a completely stupid situation. Maybe it is just the hormones that are blowing everything out of proportion for me. But here is why I think I might be overreacting: First, why should he be excited for a pediatrician visit? It's not really anything that exciting. Second, the point of the appointment is to meet the pediatrician. John has already met the pediatrician because it was his pediatrician when he was younger, so why should I expect him to want to miss out on this party to do this? And third, he was trying. He did admit that he knew he should go and he asked me to reschedule so that he could do both, so obviously it's not like he's being a complete dead beat dad or anything.

Sometimes it's hard though to take yourself out of the situation and to see whether or not you handled it correctly, that's why I need your help! I added a poll for you guys to take! If you want, you can leave comments too!

Am I overreacting?
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Anyway, when all is said and done, I just hope that John will come around when the baby is actually here and that he will naturally want to do things like go to a dr. appointment instead of going out with friends. Motherhood must have just hit me first, maybe John needs the actual baby in his arms for fatherhood to hit him too.

Weekend Ups and Downs

This weekend had its ups and downs. On Friday, John and I went to his brothers house with his parents for dinner. Everyone there asked a lot of questions about the baby and loved feeling my tummy. We watched John's niece's 3D sonogram dvd and it just made me super excited to meet my own little one.

Unfortunately, John and I got into a fight that night about other people commenting on how to raise our child. John is worried that other people are going to have too much say in how our child is raised and of course I may have over reacted, but I broke out into tears about how since we are first time parents we are going to be relying on everyone else for advice and that that shouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. Plus, I just tried to warn him that it is going to happen no matter what, everyone is going to try and tell us how to raise our kid. If you don't agree, just sit and smile and ignore it... it's not something to get angry about.

Saturday, John went to play basketball with his friends in the morning, something he has been doing for months. It is difficult because since John works 2 jobs, I hardly get to see him. On his free days I know that he wants to do his own things, but I would rather him spend the time with me/prepare for this baby. But since I am starting to feel anxious about getting everything prepared, I just would rather do it on my own than it not get done at all. So, while he was at basketball, I started rearranging our bedroom. We live in a one bedroom, so space is going to be very tight. In order to fit a crib/bassinet in our room, we had to move our bed to the other side of the room and unfortunately, in order to do that you basically have to take everything out of the room and strategically move the bed inch by inch.

I spent the whole morning cleaning the room out, moving everything from our bedroom into the living room and preparing to move the bed. John got home from basketball and walked into the living room, which looked like a tornado hit it and he kind of got angry and was so taken back that I started this project. He walked into the room already frazzled, so when I asked him to help move the bed it kind of set him off. We got into another fight, ending with me in tears just complaining about having to prepare for this baby without him. I just didn't want my memory of getting the room ready for the baby to be of us fighting.

I think he sort of realized where I was coming from, and after the bed was in the correct place and I returned all of our stuff back into the bedroom, he took the initiative to go and measure the walls to figure out if the crib I found would fit there. Then, he called up his parents to tell them about the crib we found and we spent a little bit of time looking at things for the baby. Later that night, after he worked his night job, our friend came over to hang out. We started talking about the situation and John has admitted that he gets angry too easily and that he is going to try harder to spend time helping me prepare.

Sunday, we woke up early to spend the day out by the water. John has a jetski, but even though I can't jetski, I decided I would go anyway and just sit near the water and read. Unfortunately, it was very hot and even though I knew I would be by myself, after 2 hours of jetskiing, I was just ready to go home. It wasn't John's fault and the view was amazing, but it just put my in a grouchy mood.

Later, John made a comment about how he was talking to his friend about setting up the nursery and that his friend offered to help paint. For some reason, that just really bothered me. I know he only meant well and he was just telling me to try and show that he is starting to take it seriously and starting to prepare for the baby, but I of course took it as that he would rather do things to prepare for this baby with his friend and not me. I apologized for blowing it out of proportion, but I still think that I may have offended John. I know he is trying... he must feel like he can't do anything right. 

John had work again last night and I just kind of was in a really bad mood. I was super depressed and lonely and just so sick and tired of sitting around the house bored and alone. I commented about how even if I wanted to hang out with someone, I didn't have the option and overall it was just a shitty feeling to have. When John got home at 2am, of course he was exhausted. He was super sweet and lovey and talking to the baby, he even brought home something for me to snack on. But once I was in that mood it was hard for me to get out of it so when John fell asleep, I just sat up all night crying. I didn't know why and I could feel the baby kicking, but I just couldn't stop. Sometimes I just feel so confused and overwhelmed, I guess it goes along with being 21 and pregnant.

This morning, when John left for work he was super sweet. He knew I had a rough night and he gave me a giant hug and let me know how much he loved me. It was really hot today in New York and so I spent most of the day inside in the AC. When John got home from work, we ate and watched some TV. He took a little nap and he just left about an hour ago for work. I have another night to get through by myself, but at least I'm not depressed today. I'm just sort of going with the flow. 

Anyway, my posts won't be this long usually... it just happened to be a very long weekend. I had some ups and downs, but I am just putting it in the past and moving forward. I'm trying my best to just look on the upside about everything, but it is proving to be easier said than done. I am super excited for tomorrow because John and I are going to meet with the pediatrician. The rest of the week seems pretty uneventful, but I will try to post a belly pic on Wednesday (which will mark 26 weeks!)