Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
So, I had a new meeting this morning. Not with the people I met with before that I called yesterday, new people.
I can sort of see myself there, but I'm not happy skippy excited about it. Benefits aren't great, but if they do what I ask (take what they would pay and just give it to me to buy another thing) and meet the salary, then I'll call the other meeting and tell them that I am a HAWT commodity. So they need to shit or get off the pot.
Blah.
On the other hand, it's nice to take meetings cause I want to, not because I HAVE to as in, I have no building to have meetings in.
Ah, so--take it you've finally started feeling movement, then?
Rare but very distinct
FWUMPS,
like she's periodically flinging herself against the wall.
Especially when you can see it from the outside.
This morning as I was lying down for the MD to listen to the fetal heartbeat, my belly abruptly got very tall and pointy, then settled back down into its usual rounditude. It was... remarkable.
Yay Halloweenie movement!
Hec, thank you for the song. I'm serious. It made my frantic, scrambly day better.
Emeline used to swim away from the doppler. They had to chase her up into a corner to get a good minute of heartbeat. Always cracked me up.
Emeline used to swim away from the doppler. They had to chase her up into a corner to get a good minute of heartbeat. Always cracked me up.
The Halloweenie is the same way. Backs off, turns her back, scoots to the other end of the womb until the nasty sound-wave-making thing goes away. The last two times a sonographer tried to get a good image of her face, she turned around and pressed herself up against the back wall of the uterus. Stubborn! Or possibly camera-shy.
It made my frantic, scrambly day better.
Which reminds me, as long as I'm on an actually-getting-things-into-the-mail kick, that there are a couple of better-day-making odds and ends floating about our apartment that ought to be gathered and boxed up for you. Hopefully tonight.
Stubborn! Or possibly camera-shy.
Em gave us full frontal on her ultrasound and stuck her tongue out at us. Preview of things to come as she LOVES being nekkid (is this a sign of possibly potty training her? I mean, she's REALLY young, IMO.) and is sometimes very willful.
DH's motto when asked, "Why do you like the five-way?" is "Because they don't make it six!"
Some of the local (non-chain [non-Skyline or Gold Star]) chili places make a six-way. No, really. It has fresh chopped garlic on it.
To review:
3-way -- chili, spaghetti, cheese
4-way -- chili, spaghetti, cheese, and either beans or onions
5-way -- chili, spaghetti, cheese, beans, AND onions
My brother claims that Camp Washington Chili makes a seven-way, which would be a six-way with a fried egg on top. But I don't really believe him.
sometimes very willful
Sometimes?
Hey Aims, wanna come over and go swimming when you get off work?
Oh, I love quail! It's not the same quail in Australia that are in California, is it?
I believe not. Certainly not California quail. But, still very definitely quail-like and all. (I can't mock its failure to recognise its own reflection, monkeys don't get that either. Apes do, which is just as well, as I don't think my window would withstand getting pounded by a chimpanzee.)
My brain keeps putting the words to Don't Fear the Reaper to the tune of Don't Pay the Ferryman. Silly brain.
Don't pay the cameraman
Don't even fix a price
Don't pay the cameraman
Until he gets you to the other slide
Hey Aims, wanna come over and go swimming when you get off work?
I'd love to, but I have an assload of homework to do tonight. But thank you!