I went to sleep for a few hours, and then woke up, and now can't get to sleep again because my ankle is hurting too much. I need to figure out if there's a way that I can sit down more when I'm teaching, but I don't think there is, at least not on days when I'm mostly lecturing.

covered with - note Steph - *blueberry* yogurt

Buh? TV wouldn't lie to me!!!

We're all full of gross fluids and goop.

And yogurt!

Latest idiocy from Utah re: childbirth--because you know wimmensfolk can't manage it properly without rulings from the legislature:

If you're on Medicare, epidurals and c-sections should not be covered. Because there's no real need for them and it's only lazy layabouts who want such things.

No link, but any casual google would find it. The c-section may restricted to what's considered elective, but I'm not sure how many of those there are. Hubby points out that 80% of the babies in this state are born under Medicare, and there is a suspicion that this is an effort at birth control.

I am not sure your husband's numbers are accurate. Source?

I'll look it up.

The misleading thing about the "OMG SO MUCH BLOOD" reaction is that delivering amniotic fluid and uterine lining is just about the least painful part of the whole process. I mean, it's liquid.

Yeah, it's just kind of a megaperiod.

I was warned that the uterine massage they do afterwards would hurt like a mofo, but it was mostly just uncomfortable. Delivering the placenta was almost an afterthought. Like, "Oh, yeah. Guess that needs to come out, too." It looked like an enormous slab of liver. Kinda cool.

Because my IV infiltrated after having Owen, they had to take out my IV and gave me an epi shot in the thigh instead of through IV--this helps slow the bleeding afterwards.

Well, mine didn't do squat because I was still bleeding heavily the next day. The intern on duty called my doc and they decided they needed to do an exam to make sure they didn't leave any of the placenta behind.

That basatard pulled on a rubber glove up to his BICEP. I swear, it looked like one of those gloves they use to inseminate cows. But I didn't care because whatever drug they they gave me just prior to it, damn...I would love some more right now.

Still, last thing you want after passing an 8lb. kid is someone rooting around up there.

It looked like an enormous slab of liver.

Right? Though EM's was purpley.

And how cool is it that the hormone that your body produces when you're scared is a natural coagulant?

Fucking cool, that's how!

Still, last thing you want after passing an 8lb. kid is someone rooting around up there.

Dude, you got fisted.