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Smite~age for Jessica.

Um, could I get some hairpats/brackets? I'm trying really hard to hold it together at work, and my coworkers are cool and all, but it's still bad. I had lunch today with Z, and it's just so fucking hard, even though we're friendly. I mean, I want nothing more than to be gone, baby, gone, and I know it's hard on him too, but FUCK. I don't know what's going to happen in the limbo between the movers taking my crap and me going. I don't have the answers. I'm just trying to make it through each day and set my face West. Can you not so obviously process in front of me, especially since I'm still trying to please you because I'm a dumbass and still in love with you?

Sorry, sorry. Just, gah.

I'm sorry, J.

Many hairpats, j, and for each and every one, I'm also sending a dope-slap to Z for not getting that this is his damned fault and therefore it's not your job to make him feel better about it.

sits on couch, pulls J into lap, does the mom rock

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I'm so sorry, juliana. This can't be easy.

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and it is not your job to make him feel better. 1) you can't 2) it is the selfish , protective tiem for you .

I am looking forward to seeing you soon

j, if 'taking care of him' makes you feel better (and it might) go ahead and do it. if it doesn't, you're off the hook and he needs to do that himself

t brings hot cocoa to aimee and j for momrock augmentation

baby marshmellows?

Now I'm trying to decide if I should take the new girl baby to Owen's male pediatrician or choose a female pediatrician for her from the same practice?

I prefer having both my kids see the same doctor. My ped is a man. So is my OB/Gyn for that matter.

For the most part, it hasn't matter much to me whether my Dr was male or female. In general, my annoyance at various Drs has been based on personality, not gender. But when I was in my early 20s it really made a difference to me that my OB was a woman. Since then, however, it has been more about "clicking" with my doctor, and my choices have been more gender neutral.

Thanks, y'all.

I love marshmallows.

I just keep reminding myself that it's almost done, I'm almost gone, and I don't have to see him again. But yeah, it's hard.

Thanks.

I got the boy up and laid him on the couch with me. He's now out like a light. I put him in his crib and I'm going up to snuggle with my snoogle pillow.

My older sister has decided the weather has let up enough for her to travel through Northeastern Indiana to come over here and clean my house and just be generally helpful for the weekend. She'll be here in four hours.

This makes me happy.