Another Week

I am so tired of the fucking hospital.

Went to the doctor's office this morning. BP was a little elevated, but not bad. My doctor wanted me to get on the monitor, but didn't plan it out so that I could do it at her office. She sent me over to labor and delivery, again. I should have just told her I didn't want to go.

I got the pervert nurse who didn't know what the hell she was doing, made me change into a gown for no reason, wouldn't leave the room for me to change and continously pulled my underwear down when she would reposition the monitor on my belly.

My child did achieve something, he finally turned his head down. Yay.

I was having contractions (wtf?!) and was dialated about 1 1/2 cm. So now I'm dealing with preterm labor, as well.

Today is one of those days I just feel completely beaten down. Although I want to be positive (we made it another week without delievery), I just feel so worn out. I've battled with depression my entire life and sometimes it's worse than others. I haven't been on meds for years, but today I could really use some. I am having a really tough time dealing with all of this...