Any Day Now
[[Bif Naked – Any Day Now (Lyrics)]]
Whelp, we’re in the last official week of this pregnancy thing… woo? Woo. I’m just trying to keep busy, but not too busy; as the last day or two have shown me, I am still massively lacking in physical resources and I do myself more favours by staying at home as I can. I’ve been trying to get out a bit more in general, and yeah… just not enough there to handle it. Not that it’s going to be much better directly after the kid is born if last time was any indication, but I’ll handle that when it comes.
And that future handling should go better for one salient reason — having my bipolar diagnosis, and meds waiting for me on the other side of the birth. I’ve already got my first week of Seroquel measured up; my psychiatrist recommended I start at 50mg and go up by the same each day until I get to my old dose of 400mg. It’ll use up most of my odds and sods, but seeing how they’re there to be used, I cannot complain (and I’ve managed to save most of my stash of 25mg tabs as emergency top-up, not that I’ve needed them that often). That first week is going to be glorious, ’cause sleeeeeep. The husband will have the World Cup to keep him company, so he’s planning on handling most of the night things as possible so I can actually get a few nights of sleep while I get used to that medicine again. And ’cause, yanno, I’ve not slept the night through much since I came off on my birthday back in January, ha ha.
‘Oh but that’s not how it works with a newborn you don’t get to sleep!’
Ugh so, I’ve had more than my share of ‘That’s not how it works!!!!!’ people cropping up when I celebrate that I might actually get some sleep. I just sort of rub my eyetwitch away and try to not get facestabby. No shit Sherlock, I know that’s not how it usually goes. I do have a child already. I also know that the lack of sleep and lack of meds and lack of treatment last time meant that I’m still amazed I didn’t go completely off the deep end (I also made the mistake of trying to maintain an exercise regime, which I now know triggers mixed episodes and super-duper rapid cycling in me, ’cause so much hatred and OCD for it).I know it MIGHT not work out that I get to sleep, but at least what sleep I get will actually be of some depth, and hopefully, somewhat restful.
But really — what is it with people default assuming if someone is making a statement about something that they don’t have a lick of information that they’ve based that statement on, or are completely lacking in intelligence on the whole?! But blargh, I guess we’re all guilty on that count here and there. And, I admit, I’m a bit overly sensitive to being ‘treated stupid’ ’cause of my… charming… narcissism-laden upbringing. *cough* At least I’m starting to understand this, and find that my reactions to such triggering things are sloooooowly mellowing out. So that’s yay, especially since I’ve been doing all this work while off my meds and pregnant. I think most people would agree that is not the ideal combination for doing significant self-discovery, no matter how stable one is in pregnancy, but ah well… I’m awesome at going about everything ass-backwards? *grins*
Anyways, just checking in to say — tl;dr, I’m fine, we’re fine, things are fine. I might try to get another post out before the kiddo shows up, but we’ll see! Hope everyone out there is doing well. *gets back to knitting*
Who cares what others think? When I had my second child ( 2nd cesarean!) I had family who knew I not only needed sleep but required sleep (from my Doc!). Good luck on your delivery and I congratulate you on doing so well throughout all the ups and downs of not only bipolar, but pregnancyl!!! (Daddy, too!!) xoxo Nana
‘Who cares what others think?’
Amen to that, hee hee. It’s something I’m learning to enjoy now that the narcissistic parents are cut out. Which is why I can have people ask annoying questions and not desire to murder them immediately, ’cause it’s that much less triggering. Still a teensy bit triggering, but yanno… forward progress! 😀
But asdlfkjasdlkjs deity, sleeep. It’s gonna be bliss. The joke in the house is I’m going to hand the husband the baby, and he’s gonna hand me my Seroquel. It might not be THAT rapid an exchange, but near enough. Hopefully the sweetling will cooperate and be born at home like my eldest — so far, still looking pretty good for that. It’ll certainly make ‘trade baby for drugs, sleep’ a smoother process? *giggles*