But yeah, they took a chunk of skin the size of a shirt button.
How very Gnarl.
I'm going to take a stand and insist that the universe step off Raq's cooter. For lo, Raq is a sexy bitch and it is limiting to have her bits in distress.
Back from our follow-up doctor appointment. Bedrest for three weeks at least and then we'll reevaluate. Follow-up sonogram tomorrow. (Why they didn't do it today when we already had to go in for an appointmet is one of the many annoyances.)
JZ may only stray from the couch and bed for limited periods so if you see her (a) talking about crazy letters on Salon (or mean people on DailyKos) or (b) posting here for more than an hour, chase her back to the couch.
Dude, move the computer next to the couch for your lovely wife! Three weeks!
(Hec, I'm sure you know this, being an HR-guru of sorts, but don't forget that this time off does NOT count against her 12 weeks leave AFTER the baby is born. I like to remind every one in California of the California preganacy disability thing as being seperate from the FMLA and the CMLA, simply because my old employer tried to fuck over my old co-worker by telling her that the 4 weeks she was on bedrest shortened her maternity leave by 4 weeks. So, as I say, I'm sure you know this, but I feel a responsibility to make sure people know.)
You may return to your regular bitching. We apologize for the noseus buttingcus inacus.
Dude, move the computer next to the couch for your lovely wife! Three weeks!
Oh, my, yes. Please to ask her if she wants me to bring over scripts, books, handheld Soduku games, whatever. Also? It may be time for a laptop....
Poor JZ. Three weeks is a long time.
Dude, move the computer next to the couch for your lovely wife! Three weeks!
She can get up and check the computer, she just can't sit at it all day. She's got TiVo, DVD box sets galore, a bookshelf of To Be Read books and a cell phone. She's not going to die of boredom. Restlessness, maybe.
Now, you know I'm a heathen, but even so, most of those letters are completely crack-addled, and I think, typed by monkeys.
But we could make a reciprocal agreement regarding me and Heather the TV columnist...I don't know why I ever read her...I don't think she's funny. Or right very often. And yet...
Oh, and look, JZ, David Simon sits on your bench. Which I thought was kind of surprising, considering.
I had a weekend of that and it drove me craxy. Chock full of restlessness with just a leetle bit of boredom.
And the more bored and restless she gets, the more tempting the computer across the room will become. Or at least, it would for me and all other sane mortals who don't enjoy freaky willpower tests.
