I really like this, but worry I'm too zaftig to pull it off.
Aimee, honey. If *I* can pull off short hair -- and I am far more zaftig than you and don't even try to argue that point -- then you have *nothing* to worry about.
'Harm's Way'
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I really like this, but worry I'm too zaftig to pull it off.
Aimee, honey. If *I* can pull off short hair -- and I am far more zaftig than you and don't even try to argue that point -- then you have *nothing* to worry about.
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He's doing OK with it, considering his age. He's developed a stronger than usual separation anxiety with me. Today was the first time he's ever cried at the baby sitter. It's a good thing DH took him inside because he was clingy and screaming when he left. I couldn't have taken that. I'm hoping it gets better when he realizes he's still special and loved. We're working on reinforcing his sense of security and getting back into some semblance of a schedule.
Aww. Poor Owen, but he will be fine. You are a great mom, and I am sure you will figure it all out.
I need some apartment~ma. Dave is going to go look at an apartment for us on Friday. It is very pretty in the pictures and reasonably priced.
::smooches Steph::
Why do I feel the need to buy all of these for Jilli? [link] We saw them at Meltdown with Victor and Leah last night. I want the Katie and Sadie one for myself.
So, um, what's PCOS? I'm trying very hard not to google.
Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. Don't google; let *me* google and point you to a non-frightening website. Seriously.
Thanks, babe.
Here's WebMD's info on PCOS: [link] .
Thanks, Steph. Reading now.
vw, i don't have PCOS but I do have several friends with it if you want to talk. I suspect, however, there may be other people here who have dealt with it themselves and might know more than I.
Just as an FYI, I haven't been diagnosed yet...they just suspect it and ran tests for it today. They just didn't say much about what it actually was, just that it's "completely treatable." And, well, since my wonderful PCP had already spent an hour and fifteen minutes with me, I figured I'd try to find out info on the Internet. Then I came home and got scared to look.