But, on the plus side, I got an email confirming that I'm going to be going on the volunteer trip to Israel this spring!
Congrats, Hil!
I'm sorry about the UTI, Raq. Ugh. They're awful things.
I so meant to say this earlier, Raq. What she said.
I thought I had my work Halloween costume all figured out but I just tried on the maternity overalls that I borrowed (just got them from a co-worker this afternoon) and the waistband area totally bisects the foofy pillow that's supposed to be a baby. Now I'm not sure what to do. Plus, my ass looks *horrible* in overalls. Beyond horrible.
Something to remember for if I ever decide to really get pregnant.
ETA:
So, um, UTI here too. Blech. Who knew they were catching?
Ack! Poor vw!
Poor Raq and vw! Ow, ow, I so sympathize, having just completed my round of ABX for the e-vile UTI. Narsty, narsty ugly painful things they are. All swiftness of getting rid of them to you.
I don't think I'm in half the amount of agony that poor Raq is. I'm looking forward to the yeast infection, though, that will follow the course of ABX.
Much, much -ma to those currently residing in UTIville.
ION, what a double-barrelled brass-dipped motherfuck of a day. Matilda woke up at 6 and has spent the entire day alternately wailing and wolfing at my breast, with two brief periods of napping in the Baby Bjorn while I hauled all the laundry in the universe to and from the laundromat.
I also mailed 10 baby shower thank you notes (leaving only 4 -- no, 5 -- ah, shit, my dad stopped by last night and dropped off another, so now it's 6 more, unless some other monstrous wretch among my parents' friends decides selfishly to give us a present, bitch bitch whine whine ungratefulcakes) and, for fun, stopped off at a coffeehouse halfway back to get the universe's laundry back home and got a cup of coffee to go. Of which I consumed half before Matilda started sobbing and I realized that all the errand-running had taken 2 hours and it was time to feed her again, and by the time I remembered the coffee again it was icy-cold.
The laundry is exactly half-folded because she hasn't stayed down and quiet for long enough to do more than half. Also, there were two explosive leaky diapers necessitating head-to-toe outfit changes. And yes, I know that today was exactly nothing compared to the horrors waiting ahead with the terrible twos and potty training and starting school and last-minute-before-the-deadline term papers and college applications and God knows what else.
Fuck, I'm exhausted. Why, why, why didn't Hec pounce on me a dozen years ago when I was living in this same neighborhood and a hale and hearty twentysomething?
However, I still love her desperately and have many times today devoured her face, belly and toes with kisses in between trying not to cry or chew my own leg off.
Ooof. SO sorry about the non-sleeping baby and the laundry hauling.
May tomorrow be better and let Hec fold the rest of the laundry.
Anne -- thank you! Now I can have names for my two original characters for Nanowrimo!
Also --
Dear Universe -
Lay off giving Buffistas UTIs!
Ta ever so,
askye
JZ -- sorry Matilda was such a fussy baby today (originally I typed fuzzy) I'll be vibing for tomorrow to be better.
ACK UTIness! I'm so sorry, loves. We HATESSESS them, yes we do.
Poor JZ. Have a better day tomorrow.
No more UTIs!
{{{Raq}}}
{{{vw}}}
Aw, JZ. That *is* a hard day! The thing is, days like today are the reasons babies have kissable toes. Otherwise, you'd hail the first pack of wolves that passed by.
If I were closer, I would gladly come over and kiss her toes for you and fold your laundry, too. So you could grab a hot coffee and then a nap. Not necessarily in that order.
