A little clarification for "Can't live with her, Can't kill her"

I think my most recent blog had some misinformation in it. I am going to have my baby on Tuesday, April 7Th. The doctor is going to induce at 5am. Yes, there is a 5 in the morning too, and you do not have to stay up all night to get to it. So I will be in class on Monday but not Wednesday. Also, my sister read my blog, and it hurt her feelings. So to Amber: Yes, you drive me nuts sometimes, but I love you. I am so grateful you are here. I would want you here even without the baby part. You are not an inconvenience at all. Please don't take what I said the wrong way. I heart you. I would never lock you in a dumpster unless you wanted me to.

Can't live with her, Can't kill her

My sister is driving me CRAZY!!!!! She flew in last week from the Virgin Islands to be here when my baby is born. Since she has been here, I have done more walking than I think any one person should ever do. We have literally gone shopping 4 out of the past 5 days. I understand that she is only here for a short time, and she does not have access to many of the stores we have here. But I'm big, pregnant, and TIRED!!!! Not to mention, she is a size three. She is trying on clothes saying "how does this look?" It looks like she needs to eat some bacon! Then she will find something and go "here is a size ten for you." I know it was just hormones, but I actually teared up as I couldn't get the size ten skirt over my legs. I do not know why I even tried it on. I knew it wasn't going to fit. I am not upset about my size. I am pregnant after all. Two days away from giving birth is just not the time a person wants to go shopping. Also, my feet hurt (that was my whiny voice). She is kinda nuts. She says she is on a diet, but all she has eaten since she has been here is fried or fast food. I don't care, but why is she saying she is on a diet? She doesn't need to be on a diet. Then, last night, I was getting an ice cream out of the freezer. It was one of those delicious great divide bars. You know, chocolate on top, vanilla on bottom. MMMmmmm-GOOD! So I ask if she wants one, and she says no. I sit down and start enjoying mine. All of the sudden she wants a bite! Let me just say that I am a bit of a germaphobe so this whole bite thing really grosses me out. I won't even eat after my boyfriend, and we are having a baby together. I said to her that I will get up and get her one. Nope, she just wants a bite of mine. I finally break down and give her one. Then she wants a bite of the vanilla part too. So I give her one. Then she decides that ya, she will have one of her own. I wanted to scream!!!! Plus, her and her daughter's things are strewn from 1 end of my house to the other. I would like to blame the mess on my 2 year old niece, but it is not her. It is my 28 year old sister's fault. On top of all that, she keeps using my stuff like my deodorant. She messed with my computer settings. She even used my razor!

I know my hormones are all out of whack, but I am pretty sure these things would get on any body's nerves. That being said, I am so glad she is here to annoy me. I would not want to go through this whole "having a baby" thing without her. And she did give me a foot massage last night. I guess I won't lock her in a dumpster just yet.