Emmett was a trooper, though and watched the sonogram with interest. Almost worth it for that.
That's very cool. Sorry about the bedrest continuing, though. I bet JZ is going out of her mind, too.
Can you go in the bedroom and work a little bit? Or is JZ in there with Emmett home?
On a scale of Zen Calm to Crazed Hillbilly my cabin fever is escalating towards Appalachian.
::bites lip:: I know this is tough, but I have to say that made me snort out loud. Hee.
GC, I think you might love my friends' store that is opening this fall. Here's a sample of the kind of thing they will be selling.
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arrgh, Hec (&JZ of course!), just arrgh. Glad the baby and the babymama are doing fine, though!
I think you might be right... I have a couple of those zombie doll thingies. THEYARESOCUTE!!!
{{{Zmayhems}}}
I'd be bugfuck craxy by now. JZ is a trooper, as are you and Emmett.
ImemeNews: Know what's more fun than making double credit card payments this month?
Buying a new digital camera! [link]
Go Aimee! I have a Canon Elph that I bought several years ago and still love.
Hey! I stay home to rest my back and you guys start a new thread? Not Fair! Also, I have been sitting up in the computer chair at home too long now (read: 15 minutes) and I have to go. I'll catch up with the old thread later...
Also, Raq, I have been sporting those crazy baxi-pads for my lower back as well. I guess they help (when my back hurts this much I'll try anything) but it gives me back sweat like nobody's business.
On that note, ta ta, see y'all tomorrow!
(PS-glad everything's OK with the Zmayhem clan, but sorry about the cabin fever.)
Disability, Medical, and general paperwork are making me and the baby Jesus cry. I need to stop for the day or go crazy.
Seanie - I need you to get on AIM, I have some info on something
Oh, Sean. I just missed you on AIM. Do you have an advocate helping with all this paperwork? If not, we should find you guys one. It's really rough to try to do on your own when you've got all the other stresses.
Speaking of stress, I had a little stressbomb attack earlier, and called Hec and JZ, who kindly listened to me babble on and on and on about stuff. When I finally stopped and asked JZ how she was I felt SO badly! Must go back to my usual, "How are you doing? Do you have a minute?" routine.
Landlord struck again. Not only has he painted (which the fumes about did me in today), but he buffed the floors (which means he had to move an awful lot of furniture back and forth), patched up nail holes (including some where pictures were still hanging and a one on the ceiling where my hanging vase/candle-holder was, which I can't find now, I might add), sanded down the patches (so now there are white specks all over everything), and did something in the bathtub. I don't even want to know.
One week...one week...one week...