OK, I gotta ask: I don’t say ‘baby bump’ but I do say ‘bump’. As in ‘All my tops have got too short, they only cover half the bump’ or ‘I can’t sleep face down any more because the bump’s too big.’ What would you say instead? ‘My gravid uterus’? Because I’m happier not sounding like a weirdo, when possible.
Well that was a fun day. Twelve hours of work followed by two hours of cleaning. I’m exhausted and the baby’s all wide awake and ready to rock. Oh joy.
Unfortunately, she’s too stupid to think of that. 
It’s moronic when the tabloids are publishing a picture that shows the slightest amount of convex curve to a (celebrity) woman’s belly, and breathlessly shrieking that they’re showing the first photographic evidence that she’s pregnant.
They NEVER show a woman who’s so gravid that her navel is poking out, and call THAT a “baby bump.”
I saw this today. Apparently that’s Kate Middleton, aka the Duchess of Cambridge, but it really doesn’t look like her to me.
Blargh. Last night I was all psyched up to get up and run this morning, had my clothes laid out and everything (sidetrack rant…can’t wait until I can just grab shorts and a shirt instead of layering). Then I didn’t sleep well at all, so I opted to try to get more sleep instead. Then I didn’t sleep anyway. So now I’m pissed off because I’d actually feel better if I had run instead of rolling around the bed.
Tomorrow can’t come quicly enough…it’ll probably snow like a bastard, and I need to stay home and take a mental health day.
You’d think her name was Ron-duh!
Speaking of which I wish someone would post a link to the Ron Thread as I have lost it and you can’t search on Ron.
Thanks so much! I’m subscribed now.
And the Lying Liars at AFLAC have finally acknowledged receiving our paperwork. Of course, they claim that it hit their queue on the twelfth, despite the fact that it was submitted first on January 27. And our agent couldn’t even be bothered with returning a phone call or email for over two weeks. Jerk.
Work was such a shitstorm when I left, I’m afraid of what will await me when I go back. Like, stomach knotting afraid. I don’t wanna go back, leaving my semi paralyzed wheelchair-bound husband alone all day, day after day.
Hugs and hugs and more hugs.
How hard could it be to find a desk on wheels that has an open back that I can use a laptop on while reclining in my recliner? Yes, I know about the laptop-cart/hospital-bed type ones (I have two of them), but the problem with those is that I have to put the footrest up before I wheel it into position, and that’s tricky. Plus it’s a PITA to untangle myself when I need to get out of the chair. All I want is a desk with four legs, ending in wheels, that’s wide enough and has enough clearance that I can sit down in my chair, pull the desk to a comfortable position towards me, and then put my feet up without having to twist and turn and tug and …
I cannot be the only person in the world who wants a desk like this, so why is it I can’t seem to find the right search terms to FIND the damn thing? I thought I’d found a good candidate on Amazon, but it’s not on wheels and there’s no way to add wheels to it.
GRRRRR!
The twin Malm rolly table?
I get moved by something, post something in the MMP, and people accuse me of being drunk. Huh.
There’ve GOT to be a way to attach wheels to almost any table/desk. Any handyperson dopers here with ideas? My best one is “Look around Ikea”, but our closest one isn’t (we’re giving our daughter a trip there for her birthday, and it’s quite the undertaking).
Can you post a pic of The Perfect Desk that you wish had wheels?
I can post a link to it on Amazon.
The Malm desk that **aruvqan **linked would work; in fact, it’s close to what I had in mind when I first started searching (although I’m generally not found of the ultra modern look). I like the Atlantic one because it’s got ways of keeping stuff in place that the other doesn’t, which was not something I’d considered at the outset.
Wheels are so 10,000BC.
You need a Walking Table.
Since it’s all metal construction, it shouldn’t be too hard to weld some casters to the bottom of the legs.