And people wonder why I hand around this place.

Wearable bat wings. Jilli, they come in pink!

but if you bought it every time you wore it you would hear the cries of your child for the bread you took from her mouth to squander on pretty clothes.

Then I'll let her eat cake!

Aimee - purty dress! but... yah, I'm there too.

Is there a c-section section of the bitches? Us of the sprog-with-the-well-shaped-heads? I'm in - whee! (grr. still grumbly about that 2 1/2 years later. and the pitosin [sp? I do not care to learn how to spell that properly. It does not deserve proper spelling]. I haz a grudge. The epidural guy was also an acupuncturist though - so he was amazing with the drugs (especially bc my spine is all wayward & we were worried that the epi wouldn't take, or it would take on one side, but not the other).)

Sox - when is your sprog's birthday? The 2 1/2 year old, I mean.

Pitocin = teh suck.

Epidurals = teh AWESOME.

I'm a little grumbly about it, but not as much as I used to be. It's nice that my lady bits are still intact, but damn recovering from that incision was a bitch. Also, I like the idea of finding out I'm pregnant and then telling people, "I'm having a baby on _____"

Sox, is your spine wayward because of the gymnastics or because of the genes? Signed, Both

Congratulations to Worth-Waiting-for-Dylan and family!

Thank goodness today is a 1/2 day of work, because this week has been made of too many meetings where I don't know enough.

Aimee, lovely dress and cute shoes - being poor does indeed suck.

I thought Dylan looked awfully, um, neat for a newborn - a C-section would explain that. Never having given birth, I'll take your word on the wonder of epidurals.

Sprog 1 (my answer to 'when are you having another?' is 'we like this one.') = November 15. My water broke at 10am on November 14, a couple of weeks before my original date. It was a fun 28 hours - with a c-section at the end. Teh Big Suck. I know they say the don't-do-stairs-much thing to everyone, but here it was more like 'do not even use the word stairs. for, um, a while. And take a lot of these nice pills.'

DH is swedish, and my SIL and I discovered at the same time we'd married into the Big Head Clan. Was pretty funny. it would have been ok if Iris had been 6-7 lbs, like they thought - but she was almost 9 lbs. DH-Gma says, helfpully: 'and the first one's the smallest!' If we have another, I will be on the c-team... no arguments from me.

Aimee - when's your sprog-day*(S)?

Sparky - totally genetics... they found it when I was 8 and got all 'this is one for the books'. Teh gymnastics was mostly good for it (kept the flexibility up, but I kept missing my backwalkovers on the beam by the same angle as my right hand curve). The main drag was the brace that they had me in for a while. totally pushed two vertebrae into grab&hold position. No gold medals for me. Some asshat doctor told me once that If I tried to have kids, I'd be in a wheelchair. Ppplllbt. that was a little extreme.

you?

Some asshat doctor told me once that If I tried to have kids, I'd be in a wheelchair. Ppplllbt. that was a little extreme.

Oh, nice. Where did you hide the body?

Aimee - when's your sprog-day*(S)?

Bwah! Em's birthday is November 30 - on her due date. 2 weeks between her and Iris. How funny.

I went into labor the morning of the 29th. Spent the day shopping and doing laundry. Went to hospital around 10:30 that night. They put in the pitocin drip, I held out on my epidural until 7cm and then promptly slept for 6 hours. I woke up around 10:30am on the 30th and said, "I need to push." - I slept through active labor and transition. Started pushing around 11:30am and around 1:30-1:45pm, Em started to go into distress, my blood pressure bottomed out and off we went to the OR. She was born at 2:20pm. She was average - 7lbs, 5ozs - but she went in with her chin tucked into her chest and got stuck. Doctors had to pull her up and then out. Joe thought they were doing that old saw the girl in half trick.