Perkins, what David said.

My sinuses were insane when I was preggers (first symptom to vanish after popping the girl out, WOO!), and actually, a combo of Bland and Fizzy worked well.

So, I was just changing Aidan. He's gotten very good at getting diapers off while still wearing his clothes, which we haven't discovered until his pants are wet, so we switched to pull-ups (aka britches in our house), which he hasn't yet conquered. He got very upset with me when I went to put the clean ones on, total kicking screaming got away from me and started to run thing. I said, "Oh, blast it, hold still! I have to put on your...your.. britches!" Just as I said britches he shouted in a darth-vader voice of doom, "PANTIES!"

TOO CUTE FOR WORDS.

Erin, Cosmetics-ma. That'd rock.

Ugh. Even with the windows open, it's 80 in here (the house). Bit of a breeze, which is good. Still, before windows, it would have been closer to 90, so I'm blessing the things.

Lily is 6 weeks now. I'm cleared for that sex thing I've heard so much about. Right now, she's all floppy in Susan's Amby. Poor love didn't even wake up when I woke up from our afternoon nap and put her in it.

Debating attempting to wake her before we get Paul, on account of the nursing factor. May just put on a less structured bra and say fukkit.

Lily is 6 weeks now. I'm cleared for that sex thing I've heard so much about.

Lily is 6 weeks now. I'm cleared for that sex thing I've heard so much about.

Heh. The Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy says tell him 12 weeks, no matter what the doctor says.

Heh. The Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy says tell him 12 weeks, no matter what the doctor says.

Fuck that.

I'm totally goin' woo-hoo at being cleared for takeoff.

It's been AGES. Longest I've gone without since I was 17/18.

Although, yeah. Cindy, I don't think I *do* remember how...

Oh, yeah, I forgot your enforced pre-birth "vacation" from the nookie.

Have at, sistah. (However, my whitefontedepisiotomy scar just twinged.)

I'm totally goin' woo-hoo at being cleared for takeoff.

I know I shouldn't giggle at you, but ...

Although, yeah. Cindy, I don't think I *do* remember how...

Well, let's see. You put your left foot in...

No. That can't be it. Um.

When two people love each other very much, there's a very special way they show that love. They are very close to one another, and the less tired one agrees to change the baby's diaper. The more tired one finds this so overwhelmingly attractive, that nature takes its course.

Well, I definitely "just" have muscle spasms, sez my NP. Someone with a disk problem wouldn't have my range of motion. So I get more drugs, a back brace to help me through the next week or so, and physical therapy once I'm up for it.

Oh, and it's officially too damn fucking hot, and they're changing their mind about it cooling down for the weekend. If this keeps up after I'm well enough to leave the house, I might have to change my mind about not being seen in public in shorts with unshaven legs (since that would involve a lot of sustained bending and reaching).

Well, I definitely "just" have muscle spasms, sez my NP.

That's good news all things considered.

Living in Florida I don't get this no air conditioning thing.

The ceilings are painted, the closet is painted. Pictures were taken but I didn't go over to Mom's so they are still on my camera.

In a minute I'm going to start putting stuff in the hall and dining room so I can really see what's left to pack. And pack up stuff on the utility shelves and take them down.

Ple, I have to pass on pretty much the first thing Mom said about sex was -- learn from my mistake: use birth control when you start having sex again after the baby is born.

I haven't had a chance to use this, so I'm passing it along.