Aimee, I know I said this on IM, but I need to say again how very sorry I am about BF's miscarriage. How truly awful.
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Oh damn. I'm still catching up, and I just saw Aimee's post. I'm so sorry for your friend. How sad. All strength and healing to them.
Ease and rest to Cashmere. All will be well wishes to her and her family.
vw, yes, I have.
I woke up this morning with the desire to make rugelach for my friend's "Holiday" cookie party -- I figured someone ought to make the generic label count for something! So I'm making rugelach now and OMG they smell so good. I may decide to stay home and eat them all by myself.
lobster ravioli in cream sauce
YUM.
Send lederhosen and rugelach, stat!
lobster ravioli in cream sauce
YUM.
It was spectacular, I must say. The sauce wasn't too heavy, and had large pieces of crabmeat in it (blue crab, I think), along with some julienne-d strips of red pepper.
This looks like something just twisted enough for a Buffista baby to wear.
along with some julienne-d strips of red pepper
I love red peppers in cream sauce over pasta! I should totally have that some time.
Adorable. Yes, all Buffista babies should have one of those.
Loving thoughts sent to Cashmere. Rest! Let those around you wait on you hand and foot.
She sounded very good on the phone, feels well, and hasn't had contractions or anything like that. Everything is high and closed up tight. Her twin sister is visiting, so they had someone to watch O, while Christopher took Cashmere to the hospital. Her own OB was the OB on duty, so she even got to see her own doctor, who said to stay off her feet, and call him on Monday morning, to come in for a looksee. They couldn't find any reason for the spotting when they examined her, which hopefully puts this well within the realm of harmless (but SCARY!) flukey pregnancy thing.
Still, I command it to stop, and for that little baby girl to stay where she belongs, and get fat and strong, 'til it's actually time for her big debut.
I'm glad to hear that she is ordered off her feet. This is a tough thing to do when you have a little one unless you are commanded to do so.