Wow, Aims, you're right, that does sound like an additional level of stress for her on top of the breech. Upping the ~ma level from my last post, if that's possible.
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DCJensen - Aug 21, 2009 6:23:54 am PDT #20334 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
Aims - Aug 21, 2009 6:24:02 am PDT #20335 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
It is usually considered full term by most OB's I've ever known. 40 weeks being truly full term.
Connie Neil - Aug 21, 2009 6:27:42 am PDT #20336 of 30000
brillig
Poor everybody.
Laura - Aug 21, 2009 6:57:55 am PDT #20337 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
How awful, Aims. Much ~ma for your friend.
DCJensen - Aug 21, 2009 6:58:01 am PDT #20338 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
Indeed.
DCJensen - Aug 21, 2009 6:58:01 am PDT #20339 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
t note to self: you need to not double click "post message"
smonster - Aug 21, 2009 7:14:24 am PDT #20340 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Oh, Aimee, how terrible! I'm so sorry.
-t - Aug 21, 2009 7:22:04 am PDT #20341 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Oh, Aimee, I'm so sorry for M. What an awful awful thing to go through.
Frankenbuddha - Aug 21, 2009 7:26:14 am PDT #20342 of 30000
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Much peace to your friend, Aims.
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Strix - Aug 21, 2009 7:44:03 am PDT #20343 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Hey, all. I just got a facebook thing, so if you're getting friend requests, it's me. Nope, I don't have a picture yet; I'm on my bf's computer.
It's been a strange, sad, happy week -- one of my best friend's mom, who got a kidney transplant two weeks ago, died after being in critical care for three weeks in an induced coma, with multiple heart attacks and infections. She was taken off life support, and died Wed -- the same day my other best friend (we all went to undergrad together) was induced. She was 3 weeks overdue, and had a hard, hard 20 hour labor, and baby Jude is in the NICU with an undetermined infection and can't go home for a least 7 days.
It's awful, yet good, and it's my birthday weekend -- I'm taking today off. I am 37 on Sunday, and this has been one tumultuous year for me. I have the most stressful job I've ever had, with the smallest paycheck I've had since 2000, but I am also in the happiest relationship (first, really) I have ever been in, and am the sanest and happiest I've been in for a long time.
I feel....grown-up. Mostly. At last.
IT'S SO FUCKING WEIRD!!!
Ahem.
So...hey.