Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
Allyson, I my surgery was less than a year ago and I am beyond thrilled with the results.
My GP recommended my plastic surgeon. I went on a consult with her (awesome that it was a woman) and talked to her about it. Then I checked her credentials online--the state boards keep track of complaints and lawsuits against surgeons. Trust your gut. If you're talking to the surgeon and he/she seems like an asshole or doesn't take the time to explain the procedure or doesn't make you feel comfortable, you'll probably regret letting him cut on your boobs.
Word of mouth recommendation is also a good way. Ask for references and call them.
The recovery isn't fun but it's only the first week that sucks. I spent almost a month in the vest but it felt GOOD having it on. I haven't lost that much sensitivity. The worst of my scars are where my drainage tubes were. Those you get to hang on for a almost a week and emptying them is gross but doable.
I went from a large DD to a perky B cup. I can walk out of the house in a camisole AIFG!
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How is it possible that we've worked together eight years?
Girl, I don't even know. I think it took us three weeks to find out our mutual love of Buffy, and then it was on like Donkey Kong.
She's the scarecrow!
Ah, but she has brains, heart, courage, and a wicked sense of humor to boot.
Drew, I know this is a massive transition for you, and a horrible way to kickstart it, but I'm so proud of you for making the hard decisions and committing to these changes. Much love, my friend.
Drew, I am in awe. Go you!
I have one good friend and one friend-of-a-co-worker running in the NYC marathon this year. It's made me think I should at least start the couch-to-5K program after this baby is born - in the back of my mind I still think of myself as a runner even though I haven't been for so much as a jog in over a year. Need to get back on that horse. Er, metaphorically.
In parenting news, we have made a significant leap forward in potty training this week! I turned some of our CSA pumpkin into ice cream and told Dylan he could have ice cream every time he pooped in the potty. AND IT IS WORKING. The unfortunate side effect is that he's no longer staying dry at night, but he can sleep in pullups until he's in college for all I care, as long as we're no longer having biweekly hourlong poop tantrums.
Woot for recovery, Drew!
I went from a large DD to a perky B cup. I can walk out of the house in a camisole AIFG!
Oh god, I want to be able to do this. If losing this weight doesn't give me my B cups back, I might have that surgery too. And this from a woman who's terrified of surgery. I'm in an F cup too, and it's just ridiculous. No one should have to wear a bra to bed, FFS.
Allyson, doctor-ma to you.
I am so proud of you, Drew.
In parenting news, we have made a significant leap forward in potty training this week! I turned some of our CSA pumpkin into ice cream and told Dylan he could have ice cream every time he pooped in the potty. AND IT IS WORKING.
Go team bribery! Go Dylan!
Dillo, take note.
Bribery! Is there anything it can't do?
Also, this ice cream is fucking great. I roasted the pumpkin with butter and pumpkin pie spice, then mixed in heavy cream, sugar, and just a wee dollop of cream cheese, and it tastes exactly like a frozen pumpkin pie.
Bribery! Is there anything it can't do?
It's an excellent motivator. Carrots or sticks, baybee.
Also, this ice cream is fucking great. I roasted the pumpkin with butter and pumpkin pie spice, then mixed in heavy cream, sugar, and just a wee dollop of cream cheese, and it tastes exactly like a frozen pumpkin pie.
That sounds delicious! We have so much pumpkin from the CSA; I may have to steal this idea.
Yeah, the ice cream only used up about a quarter of the half-pumpkin I got (since I'm splitting a share with my neighbor). The rest is in the freezer and will probably either end up in a pie or a crock pot of chili.
Thankfully, this week we just got acorn squash. Not nearly as intimidating as the pumpkin/butternut monsters we've had the past 2 hauls.