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Parental Visit

My parents had previously been undecided about when they wanted to come for the month visit. After the doctor said in June he’d want to induce me at 39 weeks, they decided to get here by the 17th, just to be on the safe side. As it got closer to that date, and there weren’t any signs of the baby coming right around the corner, they started questioning whether or not to still come at that time, or if they should wait a week. I kept telling my mom that I could still go into labor at any time, though. So they decided to keep their plans the same and arrive by the 17th.

They also want to take a short trip up to Wisconsin while they are here, to see my Grandma. Originally I guess they were going to wait until the baby was born. As their trip here got closer, and my body wasn’t showing any signs of “it’s time!” I think they got bored, because they were talking about coming for a week, then going to see Grandma, then coming back. I kept telling my mom, it’s still down to “any day now” and she could very well get all the way to Wisconsin then get a call from me. She made a reservation anyway for tomorrow night, and said they could just cancel if need be. The lady at the hotel was working with them due to the circumstances.

So, they arrived on Friday, and we took some pizzas to their hotel room for dinner so Dandee, their Doodle, could get comfortable in the room. We were all pretty chatty, especially me and mom, and I noticed that the longer we were there the more my ear rang and started to hurt.

Saturday morning they came over and we hung out for a while before going to La Rancherita for dinner.

Sunday they came over and mom made Wisteria French Toast for lunch. They headed back to the hotel in the afternoon.

Monday they came over in the morning, and we went down to the river walk for a picnic lunch, then Dandee hung out with me while they went grocery shopping, then they came and cooked Thai Spaghetti for dinner.

Yesterday I went for a walk with them in the morning, then we took lunch back to the hotel room (Panera for me and mom, Taco Bell for dad) and headed out for a bit of shopping. I needed a few things yet for Casey, and then needed a few groceries.

I wore myself out the rest of the day, cleaning and whatnot. Dave made some hot dogs for dinner and my parents ate Italian at their hotel.

Today they came and picked me up for Ihop lunch. I had an upset stomach from eating too much pineapple, so I just ordered what I knew I could stomach. Then dad dropped me and mom off at the house and he went back to the hotel. We sat around for about 20 minutes, then headed to Petsmart to get some stuff for the gerbils and kitties. Then we sat in the car for over half an hour before the doctor’s appointment, waiting to see if Dave was going to come.

My mom was being iffy-piffy about going with me to the doctor appointment. She kept saying again and again that she didn’t have to go if I didn’t want her to and I finally got snippy and she got the picture and shut up. I said to her, “I told you whatever you want to do is fine” and pointed out that I’ve told her many times already. Then, when she found out Dave was coming, she said she’d just wait in the waiting room. So I snippily asked what the point was then in her coming? She said something about not wanting me to feel uncomfortable and I basically said I didn’t care, and that she might as well come in the room. She did.

My parents went back to their hotel for Nachos, and Dave and I went to the River House. Our dinner wasn’t as good as we thought it’d be.

Every store and restaurant we’ve been at, my mom has gotten this snooty, uppity, holier-than-thou attitude with the cashiers and servers. It’s about to make me really snap on her. She started out as a cashier, and should therefore know what it’s like on the other side, to be treating people like that for no fucking reason! Not necessarily anything she’s saying, just her general attitude and that her nose is literally up in the air with that snooty bitch look on her face.

My stress has been getting worse and worse each day I spend with them. But at the same time, it’s my mom! Of course I want to spend time with them, it’s not like I can just see them whenever I feel like it now that we live so far apart.

I’m not sure how much I can take, though. Day by day. Once Casey’s here I’m hoping my stress management will be improved.

That ’tis all.

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