1. How do hugely pregnant people drive? Do they have to push the seat way back?

I used to drive my hugely pregnant and very short friend around. We used to stop at one of her other friend's house so she could puke. Girl left the door unlocked for her to just run into the bathroom, then we'd lock it on the way out.

I never had to adjust the seat when I was pregnant. I don't drive really close up though, anyhow.

K is probably 5' 1" and she had a standard with a long stick. None of the angles in that car worked for her. I also gave her the best pregnant chair evah. It was a recliner that was nearly the size of a loveseat, very worn in, and could push her up out of it when she pulled the lever without much effort.

2. How do people with babies and no cars deal with child seats if they're taking a cab? Bring their own, that they then have to schlep around?

I don't know about other cities, but in NYC, it's legal to carry the baby on your lap in a cab. Or you can buy one of those strollers where the seat detaches and becomes a carseat.

Jesse, public transport buses, liveries and taxicabs are exempt from child restraint laws.

Aaaaaaaaand, Cashmere got there first.

Thanks to the spoiler thread, I too managed to click over to the last few minutes of Grey's Anatomy. I was not disappointed. Wow, they knew how to pick their guest stars, huh? I mean, just the fact one of those guys has his own show now, and the other has been all dual-guest-y. Also? Denny looks damn fine when he can stand upright under his own power. Pity about never shaving, though.

Jesse, thanks. I forgot about that. But how do I love KC on FNL? LOTS!

Anyway, I don't want to think about dental bennies. Cause I'm so fucked of my own doing, it isn't funny. Seriously, I kinda get weepy thinking about it. I've got a rec for a guilt free dentist nearby and that's my resolution for the year. Because I am well and truly fucked. I suck at taking care of me. My cats, my car (even when I destroy it, holy hell, I'm pissed about that) I'm good and prompt. Me? Hah. It's probably a mental condition. Or something. I rationally know it is screwball, but that doesn't make me call for an appointment any sooner. I suck as a grownup. Yeah, I've been pondering this for a bit.

Teeth? Another design flaw.

Teeth? Another design flaw.

Right!?! Why aren't they steel and pointy so we can rip out the bowels of our enemies?

It's possible I've had too much scotch.

Do it!

I thought of someone in my very own timezone that I owed a call. And wasn't sick of. Now I'm burbled out. But we're going to Vegas in July! Everyone should come! It'll be awesome!

You know what the cool kids are doing these days? Drunken text messages.

Doesn't that require one of them cell phone-y thingymabobs? My e-lifestyle is still rooted in the early 1990s.

Oh, but ita, did Allyson give you the thingy that I gave her to give to you? Because if not, you should probably kick her ass.

Ooo, I never happen to be around when stuff happens. Congrats to bon bon for being drunk!

And, y'know, the other thing, too. Aw!