2 down 8 to go

i'm sure most of you know i'm ready to have this baby. i can't breathe, sleep or move at a normal speed. being pregnant is hard. so when my doctor told me at my visit on wednesday that i was 2 cm dialated i got all happy and excited!!

2cm!!! what does that mean!! i asked all giddy... he responded... " nothing really just that ur 2 cm dialated.... and the excitement went *poof! he told me that even though i'm dialated it doesn't mean i'm popping any time soon.. i could still make it to my due date... 3 WEEKS AWAY!

so i have to deal with sleep deprevation for 3 more weeks... not like i'm gonna sleep when the baby is on the other side of my pansa... hey 2 cm is better than none right??

flowers and cab fare... not enough

so this weekend was the event my boss was freaking out over and what we argued about. i've barely spoken to her for the past few days and for the record i ended up doing things how i had planned originally and not how she wanted. the event was a total success of course... and in the middle of the event when my boss is giving out awards and such she calls me up in front of everyone and presents me with flowers. she said that she drove me crazy for this event but that it was wonderful and she wants to thank me especially since i'm 8 months prego and blah blah blah.

Then later on when it was time to go home she gave me cab fare. cuz she didn't want me to get sick with the rain.

this woman thinks that flowers and cab fare are gonna make up for the stress she made me have. for making me hate my job and for making me hope that my baby comes sooner than march 5th so i can leave the office early. see i told you politicians are crazy.

all elected officials are crazy

it's official. our crazy president's smug face during his speech last night which said nothing is partial proof. my boss provided the rest of it.

she's crazy. there is no other way to say it. yesterday we got into a screaming match which she won cuz well she's my boss and i have to do what she says in the end if i want to keep my job. i was tempted to just leave. just walk out and say a big fuck u to her dumb primadonna fat ass but i stopped myself. because i'm 8 months pregnant and, well, i need the health insurance and my paid leave.

so i sat here for the rest of the day. just stewing. angry that i have to be in an uncomfortable and stressful environment for 4 more weeks. i hate it that during the convo she screams that she works 12 hour days.. when really she works more like 12 hour weeks and her staff clocks in at 60-75 hours weeks.

so now i refuse to stay late for meetings. i refuse to push myself more than i absolutely have to for this woman. i'm not going to put myself in a position where my sanity and my child's health can be in danger. fuck her.. it's her name on the line. so now this job has become nothing more than a pay check. a mediocre one at that.