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Happy birthday to K-bug!

Cash, grrr! Poor Mac, poor you, and WTF to your DH.

Oh, man, Nora. This round of ick has just been dragging on forever. Come on, Dr. Nora's Doctor! Be more Nora-fixy!

Argh, sj. I've been in in-over-your-head classes before; it's horribly disheartening. Until I hear otherwise, I'm vibing hard for you to have done better on that first test than you thought, and I'm positive that the language will get clearer and less dense as you get used to it.

juliana, if you do decide to ebay instead of consignment-store your stuff, you're welcome to borrow our digital camera.

Tep, you are indeed Sexxy -- and even if you feel like it's dressing up and playacting and not your true self, dude. Dressing up and playacting? TOTALLY sexy! Especially with the pleasure and wicked little sparkle with which you do it.

Such a beautiful new cut on a beautiful woman, Fay!

Raq, my brother could definitely recommend some Portland-area stuff besides Powell's. The last time I was up there, he took me to brunch at an amazing vegetarian restaurant in a beautifully restored Victorian in a vaguely sketchy section of town; and he's lived there long enough that he knows approximately a billion places besides. I'll be calling him tonight, so I can get more info then.

Matilda's doing much better today; oh, she was weary and disconsolate last night. I remembered what Stephanie had said a couple of months ago about Ellie's hospital stay and how when she was at her most miserable she'd breastfeed when she wouldn't take any other food, and I tried bf'ing Matilda (she's been bored to tears by the breast for almost a month now, wanting only expressed milk from a bottle). And, sure enough, she nestled up to me and nursed just like her wee long-ago 3-month-old self, curling up into a drowsy little ball on my belly and nodding off in midfeed. It nearly broke me.

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Ooooh, Fay pictures!

Cashmere, I'm sorry to hear DH is being a twerp. I hope he gets over it, and soon.

Poor Matilda and the teething!

Aaaaaand, while these aren't *my* photos from the Vampire Ball, they're at least *some* photos: [link]

(Yes, there's one of me & Cass in there.)

I spent part of my morning talking to a reporter from the Toronto Sun. He was very nice, but it still felt kinda odd. Someone from the media! Interviewing me! eeeeep!

she nestled up to me and nursed just like her wee long-ago 3-month-old self, curling up into a drowsy little ball on my belly and nodding off in midfeed. It nearly broke me.

And now me too!

Thanks for the sympathies, y'all. I am trying to do all my stuff (exercise, school, research, writing, working, commuting, socializing) despite the ick, but I think I should cut back on my stuff and rest more. Tom is eyebrow raising at me about going to class tonight, but that I sort of really should do. But I may cancel gym plans tomorrow after work and also might take a bit of sick time to just rest. I can't think of anything else to do at this point. I guess trying to soldier on isn't doing me any favors at this point.

I am going to go with your instincts , Nora. REst as much as you can - only do what is nessacary. and skip the gym. you need to rest your physical body - and unless you feel a million times better after going to the gym, don't go.

I forgot to mention fay, but that is her haircut. smokin'!

ION, winter came back today. I knew it was colder, but I just didn't think it would be quite this cold.

Yay! Awesome pictures Jilli! I adore that dress!

just saw the pictures - very nice pictures, indeed. some day I will some one who figures out how to incorporate glasses and a mask ..

And, sure enough, she nestled up to me and nursed just like her wee long-ago 3-month-old self, curling up into a drowsy little ball on my belly and nodding off in midfeed.

I love those moments. Ellie was sick with a sinus infection this weekend and again, she just wanted to nurse. It always makes me feel so good to see her finally resting and know that I was able to help her get there. Still, there is nothing as precious as the drowsy little ball.

It nearly broke me.

Awww! Now I'm dead too.

YAY JILLI PICTURES! NEED MORE!

So? Lesson of the day? From my GYN..."A yogurt a day keeps smelly goolie away!" Possibly TMI, but still. My GYN was just cracking me up today, which was good since I forgot my Ativan.

It always makes me feel so good to see her finally resting and know that I was able to help her get there. Still, there is nothing as precious as the drowsy little ball.

I feel guilty for feeling so tender and gooey when the baby is obviously feeling so sick, but still... so much of the second six months and beyond is about them asserting their independence; it's selfishly nourishing every now and then to have those moments when they're entirely needful and trusting and unresistingly comforted by your presence. Plus, then when the babe bounces back into manic energy and healthy irritating I'll-do-it-all-myself!ness again, that becomes precious and nourishing too.

Aww. Cuddle balls are good.

Jilli, was Alexia wearing *green*? I thought she didn't do green?

(Nice outfit, by the by!)

Stuck at Jury Duty. Still suffering from the Team Crud from work. Vending machine won't accept my quarters, and I have no dollar bills. Not that there's anything other than repulsive sweetness in there, but I'm starving.

Today fails.

Want bed.

And possibly actual food. I can't believe I'm getting all emo over my thwarted plans for a Three Musketeer.