Baby cute! She's definitely got her own distinctive style now.
In the WTF category, my neighbor across the street just called to tell me about the accident she was in. She was slowing down to turn right into her driveway. She had her turn signal on. A woman in a van rear-ended her. Here's the conversation:
Neighbor: "Didn't you see my turn signal?"
Crazy motorist: "Yes."
Neighbor: "Then why did you hit me?"
Crazy motorist: "You were going slow and I was going fast."
Neighbor: Sputter, sputter, shout, curse
Crazy motorist: "I'm sorry you're upset."
I love the babbling phase! Lucky you, Hec.
Today when I was in Costco I realized that I don't need to buy infant Motrin anymore, because really Isaac isn't an infant anymore. It made me sad.
I'm guessing that the cramping is from ovulation, not menstruation, esp since IME ovulation cramps are sharp and intense but last less than a day, and come at about this point in the cycle.
I don't get ovulation cramps -- just a twinge here and there.
It's probably just common side effects from the Mirena. They're just really fucking bad cramps, and they're just laughing at the ibuprofen that I took.
ION, Matilda is so cute that I am DED.
Oh precious Matilda and her pretty pretty clothes!
Today when I was in Costco I realized that I don't need to buy infant Motrin anymore, because really Isaac isn't an infant anymore. It made me sad.
You'll be less sad when you buy your last package of diapers.
Speaking of crazy motorists...yet ANOTHER driver blew through a crosswalk where Bartleby and I happened to be this morning. Dude was looking down andtalking on a cellphone. Not even looking at the road, much less the red light!
If you ever hear of me being imprisoned for a Faith-like exploration of sharp-hot-cold-shocky torture techniques? It will be because some brainless motorist (in this case illegally chatting on a cellphone without a hands free device) hit my dog. ijs.
Right there with you, Aimee.
Soon as I'm done having babies, I'm having all this shit taken out.
I'd rather shave my face three times aweek than deal with this shit anymore.
Oh dear. That sounds awful.
All the sympathy in the world!
