Jen, you don't need the stress. It's bad for you. Solo living will be better.

Why not get a passport, Plei?

Cause I'm lazy? I keep meaning to do so. I'll probably set the wheels in motion after PTB is born, as I know I'll be doing some of that cross-border travel to show her to the relatives.

So, I think I can officially claim Most Sucky Day today, right?

I think you win, Hec. Trauma with children trumps most, imho.

move to a relatively-cheap-but-still-twice-what-I'm-paying-now studio apartment that's around the corner from Davis Square

Move, Jen! Because icky boy roommates are gross. Good boy roommates rock, but they're few and far between (I had one, he was awesome) Also, because it's easier to have people come visit when you live alone.

Plei, you said "PTB", and I read it as "powers that be" and was a little disturbed. You're giving birth to the powers! But no. Tickybox! Which I typed as Tickyboys! first.

Yeah, a little drunk. $1 drinks. Stupidass girl, though. Damn her and her cute mohawk. Damnit.

meara - the girl did not behave - or at least play nice, not so good.

Jen - if you think you can swing it move. - so you won't be able to do as much... I think haveing a good place to be means you won't need to go out so much...

and

What would Jesus smell like had me laughng so hard that the cat got concerned. and possily scared.

My favorite animal was the two-toed sloth. The sloth's my totem animal.

Huzzah for sloths! Incidentally, the two-toed variety are apparently more irritable than the three-toed variety. I can't comment on whether it's due to feelings of inadequacy. (Oh, and three-toed sloths are one of the few mammals with more than seven vertebrae in their neck.)

Finally, allow me to add this baby sloth photo: [link]

That is a very cute baby sloth. DH tells me they are sort of cuddly.

Poor Emmett! I got hit by a baseball in the mouth once. There was very little blood, but I still remember it. I can't imagine how awful the whole thing must have been.

Am I really, really stupid to give up my mega-super-ultra-cheap-but-very-far-from-the-T bedroom in an apartment with two filthy boy roommates in order to move to a relatively-cheap-but-still-twice-what-I'm-paying-now studio apartment that's around the corner from Davis Square?

Jen, I did basically this when I lived in DC - moved from somewhere cheap but inconvenient that I didn't really like to somewhere so much nicer and more convenient (though smaller), doubling my rent in the process. Best Thing I Ever Did. I was so much happier in the new place that I didn't begrudge the extra rent one bit, even when I was scraping by a bit at times. Go for it.

I can't imagine how awful the whole thing must have been.

Awful enough to reel through my brain in a loop at 4am. The last thing Emmett said to me last night when I left him with his Mom was:

Emmett: "Chill out, Dad. Chill."
Me: "There's not a lot of chilling out when you're covered with your son's blood!"

Mind, I wasn't ranty. Just obvioiusly tight and rattled.

Aw sweetie, it's too hard being the parent, sometimes. Is there any possibility that the cartilege (sp?) is just swollen and will be okay and not require any intervention, by the time the ENT examines him?