Dripping sweat is very sexy on rock stars.

heh. Not so much on tech writers though. Having 2 jobs is hard!

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Having 2 jobs is hard!

Think of it as having a Secret Identity!

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Think of it as having a Secret Identity!

I totally do!!! Except it's not a secret at all. I'm always talking about band stuff with like the CFO here.

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Congrats and good luck to lisah!!!!!

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My husband has been prescribed Warfarin.

My mother's on warfarin (coumadin) for her atrial fibrillation. It's tricky stuff. The vegetables prohibition is mainly against dark green leafy vegetables, which have vitamin K which affects clotting. It also means you can't take most of the NSAIDs, which is a (literal) pain. I hope they don't want him on it forever.

Raquel, the Buffistas, who are the only people who matter, are very happy about the baby boy FNU. Your relatives need to be beaten soundly about the head and shoulders.

Good luck with the CD release, Lisa.

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Ooh, you have a double life. Very hot. Good luck.

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Thanks for all the good lucks!!!

The vegetables prohibition is mainly against dark green leafy vegetables, which have vitamin K which affects clotting.

My friend's dad who had the valve replacement last week is also on dark green leafy restriction forever because of the clotting issue. I'd be so sad (but, of course, happy to have heart valves that actually do their job!).

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Oh, Raquel. I'm so sorry! What...I just...some people, some times. Let the Buffistas be your family with this. We're THRILLED for you, and will be just as thrilled no matter the sex, or anything else. Much love to you, girl. This must be so hard

What vw said. Much love to you Raquel.

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I'm still catching up, but this...

Also, final grandparent has informed us they won't be coming out for the arrival of the baby, or at all, and that in fact they are moving so "don't know when we'll hook up." Which in a way was better than the reaction of the second-to-last grandparent: "Oh, you're having a boy? I wanted a girl." and no communication since. I mean, I knew if we had kids we'd be on our own, but when you are sitting on the bathroom floor in the middle of the night, trying to not throw up and wondering if you've made a good decision, having someone else be happy about your decision would help.

Oh Raquel. I am so sorry about all of this. I don't get this reaction. A new baby is coming into the world and he (in your case, she in others) is truly the center of a miraculous thing that we get so used to, because it happens every day.

Let me tell you about little boys. They are to die for. I am an only and couldn't conceptualize being a mother to a son. We opted to be surprised, and I really was, despite the fact that when Scott, both of my parents, and I each dreamed of my baby, that baby was a boy. I was looking down as he was being born, caught sight of the rear side of his scrotum, and asked "What's that?" because I was so sure I was having a daughter.

His ninth birthday is today, and he (and Chris) have given the whole world to me. Little boys are loving, soft and tender in ways I never expected. They are sweet, and terribly in love with their mothers. They are so very much fun, in all the most delightful ways. Being the mother of sons has opened up a whole world to me, one I never knew existed. I don't want it to sound like I'm leaving my Julia out here. It is just that I already knew about the beauty of girlhood. Boyhood is just as magical, and it's all new to me. I am so happy that you are having a little boy. What a wonderful gift! Health, happiness, and love to your whole little family.

Wishes JZ would email her cousin in Nea Kifissia, about sending his mom to coddle Raquel, a little (and how fabulous is the name "Nea Kifissia"? It may have used up all the name faboo in the world--that's how fabulous it is).

It's still Australia day in places that aren't Australia, so Happy Australia day, Aussies.

Today is Ben's ninth birthday. School was called (by them, not me, this time) on account of snow, and so his party has to be postponed. Unfortunately, Saturday and Sunday are the kids' basketball league play-offs. Ben doesn't play, but several of his friends do. We've run into this problem every year, and a couple of times, his closest friends have been late/had to leave early/missed the party, entirely. This is why we scheduled the party on a weekday.

The thing is, I can't reschedule it for tomorrow, or Friday, because I need Scott. He had taken off today, as a vacation day. He can't get either of them off. I'm waiting for parents to call me back with the game times. Sunday is out, because that's the next round of the play-offs, and none of the children will know if they're playing unless/until they win on Saturday, and they won't know the times, ahead of time.

Ben was so disappointed. I felt so badly for him. Feh.

catching up, now.

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Raquel, I just needed to jump to the end to say I'm so sorry about everything you've been dealing with. JZ is right--you deserve nothing but love and feet rubs and hot drinks and good things.

And this:

Little boys are loving, soft and tender in ways I never expected. They are sweet, and terribly in love with their mothers. They are so very much fun, in all the most delightful ways. Being the mother of sons has opened up a whole world to me, one I never knew existed. I don't want it to sound like I'm leaving my Julia out here. It is just that I already knew about the beauty of girlhood. Boyhood is just as magical, and it's all new to me. I am so happy that you are having a little boy. What a wonderful gift! Health, happiness, and love to your whole little family.

is utterly beautiful.

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