Hey, thanks, our doctors here in the UK don’t tend to do blood tests for pregnancy, it’s mostly a “go pee on this stick” approach to checking.
However, they have taken it more seriously and sympathetically than I expected, and I’m getting an ultrasound on Monday morning to see what’s going on. Judging by the cramping, I think it’s already ended. Unless it was multiples and one’s hanging on in there! :eek:
(if it wasn’t for black humour, there’d be no humour at all, right?)
If my father keeps sending me right-wing propaganda, I swear, I’m not only going to fact-check him, I’m going to start sending those fact-checks to everyone he forwarded to AND to the people who sent it to him in the first place.
Sends comforting thoughts to saje. Its so hard to lose a beloved pet, and to lose 2 in the same day must be so much worse. Of course you are mourning now.
my rant: I think I’m going to be a widow before I’m a bride. Bill is talking about buying a Harley. Of course, he’s not content with something small and nimble like mine, he’s looking at 800 lb UltraGlides.
The man has never owned a motorcycle before. He lives in Houston and he’s planning to get an oversized and overpowered machine. He’s going to be 59 next month…this is how a lot of men his age die, they buy machines they can’t operate and go down. If he falls over in Houston traffic, there won’t be anything left but some blood and oil on the road.
When I suggested that next weekend we rent one so he could try it out, he told me that he couldn’t do that because he doesn’t have a motorcycle endorsement on his driver’s license. :eek:
At least I’m in his will and named on his life insurance. Funerals are expensive, I’m probably going to need to come up with 10 grand really fast. Cleaning the blood from 10 miles of Houston freeways probably doesn’t come cheap either.
Why oh why do I always fall in love with idiots? Wanders off crying.
I feel for you flatlined. My Mom worked as a nurse for awhile and one of her rants was that there should be a law requiring motorcyclists to shave their legs - because it’s much harder for the nurse to do it after the compound fracture.
flatlined - take him to look at a CanAm Spyder. Way cool and much more stable than an UltraGlide. As much as I love the big Harleys I know I couldn’t handle one. So, if I ever win the lottery, it’s either a Sportster or a Spyder.
The idiot with the loud bike in my neighbourhood upped the ante yesterday - he blatted by with his stereo cranked up so he could hear it over his incredibly loud bike. And today, he brought a friend home - on his own incredibly loud bike. Seriously, why can’t I shoot these bastards?
Stupid stupid me. Really stupid. Enormously stuppid. Stupendodly stupid.
Middle of the night I get on facebook and do a search for the bloke who raped me.
Found him didn’t I. Fu
Cute little kid as his profile picture. No pics of him. Check out his mum’s page. She looks like a nice lady, very proud of her sons (vomit). His brother’s wedding pics then his wedding pics. I wonder how he treats her. Was I a one off. Is he doing the same thing to other people ~all without a condom. Has he given her any diseases. Does this mean I an an adulterer (Coz I invited him home and initially consented).
Fuck
You can! 
Of course, there will be consequences…
Call bylaw. We have that new noise ordinance and it seems that they’re actually enforcing it.
ETA: By ‘we’, I mean Calgary.
A couple of years ago I put one person on my ignore list. I took that person off a short while later because seeing them blocked, but everyone else responding to them did little. Eventually, that person got banned, so in the end, it wasn’t worth my time and I considered the idea of putting people on Ignore to be a bit pointless.
This week I put two people on ignore.
I feel better about it now. My patience for hate filled monkeys who are incapable of rational discourse is a lot lower, and frankly, there are just some people who are never going see how hate filled they are.
Or at the very least, I have a lot less interest in debating people who are convinced that their hate isn’t hate, or who deliberately distort other people’s words and arguments in the worst possible way just so they can lay claim to some kind of false moral outrage.
It’s like this old boss I had, who would in effect say “Well you said these five words, and I assumed you meant these 20 things, and I’m punishing you for (my deliberately malicious false assumptions because I’m an asshole and I have the power here).”
I would rather spend my time praying for Karma than to continue trying to engage such people. And by that I don’t mean harm. I mean education. Not by others, but from within and from personal experience that causes moral revelation. As I say, The Price of Wisdom is paid in Blood. (Blood here being a metaphor)
May their blood flow, and wisdom be gained thereby.
This is both a Blessing and a Curse.
I came across a song that seems to have been written just for these people a few months back.
Double click rule for NSFW lyrics.
[SPOILER]Lily Allen - Fuck You
Love it[/SPOILER]
Could be. Our pregnancy wasn’t a multiple, but the first order of business when we got to the OB/GYN was to have kaylasmom’s IUD removed.
Well, second, actually. First was for her to pee on a stick that hadn’t been purchased the previous Friday night at Rite-Aid.
Why have you not already been doing this?
Honestly, I love my dad. I do. I just find it incomprehensible that a man who still speaks of FDR as “Mr. Roosevelt” also thinks Sarah Palin and Glen Beck are paragons of sense, sensibility, and righteousness. And he keeps sending me Tea Party lies. We’ve got a long standing agreement not to discuss politics, but he keeps sending me this stuff sent to him by his equally deluded friends. I’ve been telling him for years he ought to check Snopes instead of passing these things along uncritically, but it’s like talking to a brick wall.
I love my dad. I love my dad. There’s no telling how much longer I’m going to have him, and the last thing I want to do is argue with him. Just that this morning I’d reached my limit, at least at that time.
Do they come with “FW:” in the subject line? Or multiples like “FW: FW:”?
Set up a mail rule if your program allows it. I had to do this with the wife of a friend.
If (from so-and-so) and (subject contains “FW”) then Trash.
Because I love my dad, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll have him, and except for politics we get along extremely well. My parents are two of my best friends. I don’t like arguing with them, and for that reason we try to avoid the topic of politics.
Most of the time I just delete these forwards as soon as I identify them. I used to send the Snopes link, but it didn’t make any impression.
Let it go, my friend. Let it go. You are not doing anything to help yourself heal and are only hurting yourself.
Do not let this take up space in your brain, in your heart. Do not keep thinking about it, dwelling on it. I am not telling you to forget; as a former victim myself I know that is not possible. But let it go.
There is a future out there and it is up to you to take it. What has happened is past; it is up to you to let it define who you are - a victim - or move on from it - a former victim.
Please do not remain a victim forever; it’s not healthy. Feel free to PM me if you need to vent other than on here.
Oh. Okay. My question may have come across as harsh, and for not taking more care to avoid that I apologize.
I wish you and your dad well, and I wish for you the patience to keep coping with it in the way you have been.
I’d literally bust his ball by sending those shots to the university. 
The amusing thing was that his response was “I don’t care, you can’t do anything to me, I’m the guy in charge”. And then he completely disappeared. Of course, I have no idea if the guy whose page it was messaged the guy and told him to fuck off or not.
For my part, I messaged the owner of the page and offered my sincere apologies for being involved in a bitter argument that ran to 73 responses on his page.
His response: Fuck that, you don’t owe me an apology.