'Time Bomb'
[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.
I've been getting all goose-bumpy and misty-eyed this morning thinking about all the Zmayhems and the arrival of a new baby girl and remembering Ellie's birth.
I know! I've been replaying Sara's birth in my head since yesterday, since she was the most recent.
Sorry about the DeathFlu, Raq. Better now?
I am a procrastinating perfectionist who gets overwhelmed, because I feel like everything I do could be better, and then I don't have it in me to do these things.
Sing it, sistah!
vw, sometimes I feel just taking my shower in the morning is an accomplishment. The fact you knocked out one paper already this morning? Gravy.
Push her out, Push her out, WAAAAY OUT!!!!! Go Birthin' Zmayhems!!!
I'm trying to be patient.
What?
I am.
It's been almost an hour.
Where's Zmayhem baby?
Yeah, I mean, it's really hard just waiting.
Once again, I have a million things to do today, but I'm sitting here refreshing the page like a fool.
Of course, imagine how hard the waiting is for JZ and Hec. I'm sure JZ would very much like for the labor to be over already, and to meet the baby.
I'm pacing the floor here, people! Want. baby. now. Well, yours, not mine, thenk-yew-veddy-much.
imagine how hard the waiting is for JZ and Hec
I hope my sarcasm came through. I was sort of chuckling at us. I can't imagine being in the hospital this long. (In fact, I don't think I was.)
I just ran down to the med unit to get decongestant for Mallory, and I was really hoping there would be a new Buffista when I got back!
My deathFlu is better, I guess. I didn't sleep much all weekend so I'm exhausted. I'm torn between wanting Mal to get better so he's not snotting all over, and dreading him being up to full energy levels with me still sick.
I did get into it today at work - another baby also has the flu, and his dad stayed home with him. A couple of my co-workers were muttering because the mother, who also works at the embassy, should have been the stayer: "Who wears the pants in that family?" Sexism, alive and well in pockets of the USG.