Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Hell, I only wanted to see mine to mentally give it the finger for that whole bedrest thing.
I never saw mine and have no memory of its delivery, though it must've come out, since I'm, like, not dead of a horrible postpartum infection. I wonder if I blacked out for a little while there--I remember them holding up Annabel, her crying and me thinking her cry was too weak, and then they were sewing me up.
I didn't give Annabel citrus until after her first birthday, but she now drinks orange juice (diluted roughly 1:1 with water), loves it, and doesn't seem especially rash-prone.
I think they don't bother with it unless you ASK to see it. I never wanted to know that mine was even there. But I can see how Plei would hold a grudge.
I have no breastmilk squick but I can easily see how it could freak people out. That being said, I'm with whoever said, "HOW THE HELL CAN YOU PRODUCE ENOUGH TO COOK WITH IT???"
That stuff is white gold when you're pumping and anything that didn't get consumed at our house got wept over as it was poured down the sink.
Plus, let me know if any of the firemen are hot.
All the firemen are always hot. It's axiomatic.
And the second I post this, I'm sure ita or tommy or Scola will put up links to some gigantic gallery of the Fifty Fugliest Firefighters of Aught Five, but I don't care. I'm not clicking on the damn link!
That hat would look all sorts of faux-20s cloche-wearing-blue-haired-flapper cute on you, Jess.
My #1 irrational Mom-fear is ejecting Em from her carseat because we didn't install it right. If I could spot weld it to the car, I would. The car seat in the minivan is LATCH'd in AND belted in. And I'm still paranoid as hell. It really really scares me.
I remember delivering mine, and being amused at how much of an afterthought it was, and how close to the one childbirth scene I'd written.
I specifically asked to see it, on account of the trouble it had caused me.
I'm with whoever said, "HOW THE HELL CAN YOU PRODUCE ENOUGH TO COOK WITH IT???"
That would be me.
I'm with whoever said, "HOW THE HELL CAN YOU PRODUCE ENOUGH TO COOK WITH IT???"
Some people are master pumpers. I'm struggling with getting good letdown during pumping, and envy them.
I could definitely produce enough to cook with. But for some reason, it just squicks the hell out of me.