hmm. Then, my advice is to go over there with the person you'd want to send over to get it, so then you have moral support, and will get the paystub.
'Shells'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
Jeez, Aimee. Your astral body doesn't remember names very well.(no offense to him...fine actor, just not the dirty-dream kind) Although I will not mock hard as the other night I had one about somebody on my flist that I don't even *know*...friend of a friend, you know. I love the way he writes but I didn't know I LOVE the way he writes. My God. If I do ever meet him will be a giggling moron.
That's what I was thinking. I'll see if I can convince my mother to go with me tomorrow. Last time she did she chewed out one of my co-workers that was pissing her off. I think they're afraid of her.
When we get to thread naming time?
That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.Ima vote this.
[eta: I should really read *all* of the right threads before Bitches instead of Beep Me, then Bitches, then Oh I See We're In B'cy Already and Must Edit.]
vw, that is both sucky and wrong.
sj, unfortunately I think you need to be the one to pick it up. Unless you call ahead and they let you make other plans. But I have no cites, just vague recollections.
So, any way I can nurse a kid without, you know, having one?
I know you were just joking, but what the heck. According to What to Expect When You're Expecting, you sort of might be able to--depending on what you mean by have.
Reportedly, there are adoptive mothers who have used a little system. The baby is fed formula from a bottle (or some kind of container--I'ma stick with bottle), but instead of drinking from the bottle nipple, a tiny tube which runs up from the bottle is taped to the adoptive mother's breast. The baby suckles mom's breast, but gets the formula from the bottle/tube combo. Supposedly, in some instances this has provided enough stimulation (over time) that the adoptive mother has been able to establish a milk supply.
I have never heard of an adoptive mother who's actually tried this. I have heard of biological mothers who've had an inadequate milk supply using the same sort of system to stimulate and establish their milk supply, while still giving the baby enough formula until the milk supply is well established.
house arrest - hard, even if it makes sense. but the proffessor changing his mind - a little unfair. or rather very. he could have not reschedualed - his choice. he could say - you missed too many classes, I think you should withdraw and retake. But telling you wait 'til you have a better handle on your condition - is outside of his proffessional realm. way over stepping bounds.
ION, DH's interview went well. He is hoping to be home mon/tues for a F2F interview. so that's the next ma~~ we are looking for.
Egad, Daniel. That places sounds like on of DH's tech support jobs, where there had been 19 guys in his job in the year so far and it was only September. Clearly you have landed in a wretched hive of scum and villany. I'd send Minister of Kill the Stupid People, but now I'm too depressed.
I have never heard of an adoptive mother who's actually tried this. I have heard of biological mothers who've had an inadequate milk supply using the same sort of system to stimulate and establish their milk supply, while still giving the baby enough formula until the milk supply is well established.
I have, in the local goth scene. She started working on inducing lactation before the to-be-adopted baby was born, using, IIRC, a combination of drugs and pumping, and was able to provide some BM while her daughter was young. Never enough to exclusively feed, mind. I don't know if she used an SNS. She may have posted about it, but this was a couple years ago.
I hear it's easier for women who've previously nursed (google relactation), esp. if they've nursed within a few years of the adoption.
Oh, my goodness. Dad's home from the hospital now, and I'm needing to severely squash the urge to yell at him.
The upshot of this whole saga is that his fever was probably caused by a medication he had been taking, one which has a very common side effect of causing fever. And given what I do for a living, I could have looked up that drug and told him that....if he had told me the correct drug. Remember what I said about him mispronouncing everything? He told me he was taking Bextra. Um, no. He was actually taking Bactrim.
Head, meet desk. Repeatedly.
And then he told me how much he appreciates my help, etc., which is very nice of him to say, but then he followed it up with "....because you're the only person I can turn to." And, trying to quell the dysfunction, I said "Dad, you have a whole flock of brothers and sisters you can call," and he said "No, I can't -- they wouldn't do a damn thing if I called." Which is patently untrue, as I've seen firsthand, time and time again how they all rally to the bedside of whichever sibling is hospitalized at any given time. *Dad* just refuses to call them.
And so it's time for he and I to sit down and have the I-cannot-be-your-caretaker-nor-can-I-be-the-only-person-you-call conversation. Again.
Head, revisit desk. Repeatedly.
Oh, my God, Tep. I feel for you.