Robin, I don't think there's any immediate danger in being late. Don't sweat it.

a little more reality based experience and whole lot less guilt

Definitely this. I'm still not 100% sure I want a second child, and I'm certainly not ready for one yet (if nothing else, I want us in a bigger house with our finances in better order), but I'd kinda like to see what early parenting is like without the overwhelming terror that I'll ruin the child if I don't do everything just right!

Y'know, I think I'll always have high expectations for myself, but if the first year of parenting taught me nothing else, it's to give myself a fucking break already, and accept that things are usually OK even when they're not perfect.

It sounds normal to me, Perkins. My experience was increasing variation timing and amount.

Maybe we'll get a window gate, I like that one. It's sort of trade off of being able to have windows open now and just waiting until he is old enough not to do stuff like that (maybe 2 years).

re: older Bitching. (heh)

I don't even look at the calendar anymore. I go by the twinges my body's sending off as to when things are going to start (glares at body that is twinging right now). Once you hit the 40s, most doctors are just going to say, "Well, you're getting older, these things happen. Call us if it continues to be irregular and you're worried."

In the past year I've fluctated from six weeks between to three weeks between. I'm 44 and can't wait for the whole works to permanently hang the Closed for the Season sign.

This made me laugh, and thought it might bring a smile to someone else, too. My brother sent an email yesterday entitled Happy Boobie Day. Now he addressed mother's day and my sister's birthday, and then he ended with an explanation of the title.

(about the subject, it's also Breast Cancer Awareness Day. So far I haven't found any cancer but I'll keep looking)

So belated happy boobie day to those who have them, and those who just enjoy looking.

I'm excited about tomorrow. I'm taking the day off so I can watch the kids while my wife is out all day at a semi-chrisitan motivational thingy. But the kids are going to preschool for 5 hours. That will be the most time I've had alone in the house since....I can't remember. I'm going to work on the spaceship project and do some cleaning.

And thank the gods for Dr. D, the breast surgeon whom even the people at the hospital would trust their breasts to, and that my mother got the talents of. His mom should be very proud.

It sounds normal to me, Perkins.

I think you meant Robin there, Ginger, though I am tickled by the thinking I am Robin part.

Oops, sorry. My monday-morning brain is busy pressing Reload.