t moan.

I mean groan! groan, dammit.

But I'm impressed. And it's too bad Hec's not here, because I'm sure he'd have some tales to tell about such events, perhaps leading you to a conclusion.

So to speak.

Gris, I've heard from guys (okay *a* guy) about similar -- if not exact -- things happening to him. So it's not uncommon.

I couldn't resist googling, and it sounds like you might be contracting your pubococcygeus muscle.

I haven't heard of that before, but the only thing that sounded remotely similar was stuff I'd experienced stimulating the prostate gland, so I'm going with Teppy's theory.

So. Didn't get out of the NICU at 3pm. Got out at 9pm. Which makes for a very, very long day. Oh, and it was a tedious combination of "Well, that x-ray didn't quite show us what we want, so we're going to try again in an hour." Again. And Again. And again. Followed by the dreaded shift-change-invisibility curse where I got abandoned at just the point where the doctor said we could leave an hour after we feed her. Followed by JZ not being told she needed to come down and to feed Matilda.

There was other stuff that was cranky making. I got cranky.

But before the cranky, when I was pretty sure we'd be out of there by no later than 7pm (see flexible I was? It was that extra fucking 2 hours when I thought I saw the light at the end of the tunnel) I was very happy hanging out with Matilda, snuzzling her and kissing her and making lots of eye contact with her and making up songs for her.

When the ICU nurse decided that the New Dad should learn how to diaper the one day old slathered in miconium while she hadn't eaten for multiple hours and was trailing IV tubes and sensor wires? Cranky. (Though generally the NICU nurses were great. But fuckit, lady, I've changed thousands of diapers. Doing it in a monitor bed around the wires and tubes is not the lesson I need to learn right now.)

In short, we're now well acquainted with Matilda's distress cry. (Rather like the high chittering of a Coati Mundi.)

Generally, though, Matilda is fairly content as long as you don't fuck with her. Things that cause her to chitter and yowl include: sticking needles into her, rudely waking her warmy drowzy semi-nap by exposing her to the cold air, making her sit in poop, squashing her face with a giant tit when she just wants a little something to eat.

These seem reasonable objections.

Anyway, we got back to our room eventually and Matilda and JZ had a fairly good breast-feeding try. I think they'll sort it out.

JZ's dad has digital pictures of the baby which he promised he would email to me. But he has failed to do so. I expect he emailed them to his daughter. Who, of course, does not have access to a computer. In short, it's all his fault.

SFistas - I think JZ would be willing and interested to have some visitors in the next couple days. Let us know if you want to come by tomorrow.

Oh! And I scheduled a massage for JZ tomorrow.

Did I forget anything? Baby's perfectly fine. All tests came back normal. JZ's fine. Very patient while sorting out the breast feeding.

Also? Baby's still very cute.

I'm glad everything is better with Matilda. Tell your father-in-law to get you those pictures now. I want to see the baby pictures.

many of the things that disturb matilad are things that disurb me. I guess some things don't change much

Yay for the Matildaupdate!

Because of my alcohol-influenced tersity, of course.

Hmm. Loving the elaborate explanations of the tersity. Love. It. And indeed the Emily. Sorry that school is being shitty, though, love. fwiw, you are a Math Prof Rock Star, though. And that song always makes me think of you. (Well, you and Charlie Eppes on Numbers. Possibly fighting crime together using nothing but maths and foaminess.)

Fay, were you able to see the season premiere of Numb3rs? As I was watching it I was wondering what you would think of it.

Season 3? Is there a Season 3?

bounces

I've seen Seasons 1 and 2 and was quite smitten. Not just because of the cute little slashy mathgeeks (although, you know, largely because of them), but just because the whole Eppes family were so fucking adorable. And I wanted to lick David.

...what happened? I don't mind being spoiled. (I'm assuming that Charlie and Larry didn't get married in Vegas.)

Fay, Season 3 began here last Friday. I figured you wouldn't get it in Thailand. Too bad. The dad is moving out of the house and Larry has been living off of people's couches with no place to live for a while. There has been no decision yet about whether Charlie and Larry will live together or not but I have hope. However, the hoyay was so strong that I had to explain to Teacup Guy why I was laughing so hard and I kept wishing you were there watching it with us, because I know you would have enjoyed it.

Glad Matilda's doing OK.

I just got an email from one of my students. He says he bought the wrong edition of the textbook, and for the past two weeks he's been waiting for the bookstore to get the right edition, but since he hasn't had it, he hasn't been able to do the homework for the past two weeks. But he ordered the right edition, and he'll probably get it in a week or so, and so can he get credit if he hands in the past two weeks' homework next week?

Um. No.

Gris, are you on any antidepressants? Sometimes those can have some weird side effects.