'Beneath You'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Erk, Zenkitty - that's frustrating. I hope you get left alone for at least some of your vacation time.
Calming thoughts pre-C-section, GC.
Shir, you should totally ask how you can make your academic studies take you further in the future. If your professors have any sense at all, they'll realise they want to help you to do that. Best wishes for your sister - whatever she chooses to do, at least she'll be living in a much safer area.
ng A Baby Story, getting nervous about the C-section. I've been kind of putting it out of my head, but it's next week. My fibroid surgery was basically a C-s, but the part that's tripping me out is being awake during it.
If you were out, you'd have to wait THAT MUCH LONGER to meet Shane.
Easy-baby-getting-out ~ma, GC!
Thanks for the soothing, Bitches.
Your DW should be able to get to go with the baby while it's getting washed and pricked and eyedropped and stuff. Probably depends on the hospital, but I got to go and do that.
Yes, she will be accompanying baby through his trials and tribulations. I told her not to leave him alone for a second and the hospital is cool with that. And he will be rooming in with Moms, of course. This time next week, we will have a baby. Crazy talk!
Yes, she will be accompanying baby through his trials and tribulations.
It's good. She'll get to soothe Shane. I recommend letting them suck on your pinkie finger (soft part up on the palate).
I am jealous that she gets to do all that. Wish I could be a part, too.
Also, hope your flu subsides quickly! Being sick sucks.
My DH is the only person I remember in the room, until the doctor said, "It's a girl," and then there were only 3 of us there, as far as I was concerned.that is so cool! OK, that's not the right word, but it did give me a lump in my throat. Not good at work, but who cares. Loved it!
Shir, continued IDF~ma for you and your family. It sounds like she won't be on the wall anymore, right? Although, intel? I hope it's the analyze side and not the gathering side of it.
Aimee, I confess, I tend to be a bit curmudgen when it comes to holiday parties. But only because I'd rather just go home early than stay at work. Sad part of having a workplace with multiple big rooms where folks hold events. We can hold an event and save money. But that means partying at work. And. Well. That is work. And usually they ask me to provide sound, so blah humbug. But I am *NOT* rude like you are describing. Ugg. Grow up people! For a song idea, I suggest "Santa Claus and his Old Lady" by Cheech & Chong!
I also work in Not-For-Profit, and have yet to get a cash bonus. BUT! The designer who didn't show up for Christmas Carol due to illness says he's sending me some cash for doing all his work! SuWEET! I call it money for Christmas Gifts!
This time next week, we will have a baby.
That is so awesome. In, like, the real sense.
That is so awesome. In, like, the real sense.
In the eighties I knew an old dude who would say "'Awesome' should be reserved for God and the Grand Canyon."
And Shane.
I am jealous that she gets to do all that. Wish I could be a part, too.
Well, you get to breast feed. You'll have a whole lifetime of being Momcookie. You won't run out of opportunities to soothe and cosset.
Also, hope your flu subsides quickly! Being sick sucks.
It does! It's much better than it was. I was home most of last week sick with Emmett. We watched the whole LoTR trilogy in a feverish stupor. Then I thought I was better and did my Tom Waits movie and the next night, Friday, my fever shot back up to 103.3 while I was home alone with Matilda. Miserable!
Anyway. No fever now. Mild aches. I hope this the last of it. To compound everything when I took Nyquil after my fever spiked I slept so hard I didn't move during the night and pinched a nerve in my shoulder. So that was hurting too on top of my already lengthy list of complaints.
I'm done complaining. Christmas is coming. Shane's coming. This year sucked for me but I'm ready for a new one. A whole new decade, in fact. The decade Emmett will go to college. The decade of Matilda's childhood. Bring the twenty-teens.