A friend of mine says she was asked about BC when her third delivery happened to need a cesarean: “since we’re going in, do you want us to tie your tubes?” She answered “oh yes thank you”.
Gratz on the big baby
I’m going to be teaching some courses at my local Chamber of Commerce in the next few weeks; the first lesson is this Thursday. I went to their webpage to get the phone number, as I wanted to know when could I come in to get the lay of the land, prep the room and so forth. While I was there, I checked the list of courses they offer.
There is one, a 4-monther on “leadership”, that clocks in at 14800€. That’s fourteen thousand eight hundred Euros! What the bloody fuck? It’s not even an official degree! Guess it’s the kind of course that’s never paid by the people taking it, but bloody hell, my wallet is in the corner weeping… pats wallet there, there, it’s not so bad… (For comparison purposes: that’s almost twice minimal wage, and here minimal wage is enough to live on)
I wish I was in a position to take in a dog. I’d like a dog! Sadly, I’m moving (not by choice) and have 2 cats to take with me. Someday, however, I hope to a) be in a position financially, physically, and ah, cat-wise to take in a dog and then b) DOG! will ensue. I don’t really want a puppy and would like to take in a [del]used[/del] homeless dog. I wish I could help this one rightthisveryminute though. Sounds like a sweetheart.
If it takes away any of the pain at all, I’ll think of this dog when I (eventually) get mine.
Fuck skin cancer. I’m not 40 yet, and just found out I have a Stage 1A melanoma on my left ear. Yeah, caught it early, not very deep, blah blah blah. The doctor said it’s probably from the sunburns I got as a kid.
Please force your kids to wear sunscreen, and make them reapply regularly.
That’s horrible. I hope the treatment isn’t too severe. A very red headed friend of mine just had some nasty surgery for hers. I slather my Irish-Jewish kids with sunscreen each year.
They plan to take a wedge out of my ear… when I’m done, one ear will be ever-so-slightly smaller than the other one. My main problem is that, between working full-time and my last year of school, this is a really sucky time to have to take time off for surgery, outpatient and minor though it is.
Grrrrrrrr. So we’ve been trying to have a second baby for 17 months, and I’m now pregnant for the fifth time, but the damn betas aren’t increasing as fast as the doctor would like. 66 hour doubling time. My doctor told me to stop taking progesterone supplements and wait to miscarry. You know… I’m kind of all for quitting the progesterone because I don’t think that’s the problem here. I’m fucking pissed off that the doctor is such a sourpuss about it though. And pissed off that I’m in limbo. Grrrrrrrr.
Also, I FUCKING HATE PREGNANT WOMEN. Bunch of stupid silly selfish hens. Damn them all.
So they “trimmed” the pine trees in the back by my bedroom window. I *used *to have a mostly-occluded view of the street back there, which was kinda nice, privacy-and-sound-wise. *Now *I have a full view of the street with a mostly-bare trunk sorta off to one side. I doubt any branches will ever grow back enough to give me my privacy or that little bit of sound insulation back.
I’m kinda confused about this. He’s a nice kid and he knows that he’s big and strong, so he’s very gentle and careful, even if he is a little clumbsy. How could anyone not love a forever child?
He’s very proud of being able to open and close the gates. He laughs when Buttercup races off to chase the ball and laughs and loves on her when she brings it back. My dog is happy and exercised, the boy is happy and exercised and once his mom trusts me enough to let us go to the dog park without her, she will have a little break in her day.
Buttercup goes to the dog park every day, so its really in my best interests to bring a tireless ball thrower
So, I typed all that to say that I don’t think that I’m doing anything special. Its a win-win situation all around.
Bill hasn’t met my new BFF yet because he’s back in BFOklahoma again. I knew going in that he would be gone a lot, but damn. I really miss him when he’s gone. Its kinda funny because most of our courtship was long distance. I really didn’t know how getting married would change things.
Runestar It never, ever gets easier. 18 years of love and companionship for all of you…that will leave a hole in your heart. The good thing is that your heart has room for more love, and after a while you will start to think of Smoky with smiles instead of tears.
I still miss my Fred, he was the best cat ever. But, I smile when I think about him. He was such a silly cat, such a good cat, and his quirks were what made him special. Offers you a supportive hug. You will get here some day.
Rhiannon8404 I am so sorry. As a fellow rescue person, I really do understand how much this hurts. I am so sorry.
blondebear who are the “they”? Can you get revenge on them? What was wrong with the poor trees?
I can relate! the trees in my courtyard were just pruned last Thursday. Dudes in climbing gear with little chainsaws strapped to their waists were outside my 4th floor windows, hacking off everything but the canopy. Now there’s nothing blocking views of each other’s apartments across the courtyard, and a lot of the shade I had is gone now, too.
I work late shifts, and usually sleep until noon or so. Now, my bedroom starts to get BRIGHT by 10:30 when the unshaded sun hits the southeastern window, rising over the roof. I’ve never needed more than the nice white blinds, but now, I might need to get some curtains. Boo.
But Obama is the one who has forced them to have a temper tantrum! (Not really - just channelling the stupids.)
I hate it when people do that to the poor trees - no, they won’t grow back, at least any time soon.
People “skirt” pine/spruce trees like that around here for security reasons - they want to make the house more visible. I still don’t like it - I’d rather put in some security lights or something.
Well, those who are a forever child are a real big one… when a 50yo, 90kg man throws a floor-stomping, windmilling, things-throwing tantrum because he doesn’t want his pacemaker checked, he’s as bad at reasoning as a 3yo but you can’t just sit him down in the corner until he calms down.
I’m so sorry you’re having such troubles. Maybe skip the rest of my post.
I’m due in a week. My last ultrasound (a week ago) showed an eight and a half pound baby and, while I know they can be off a pound either way, my last baby was 8 lbs 10 oz so my vagina and I are naturally pessimistic about this. Couple that with the fact the fetal movements have drastically decreased in the last 24 and I’ve been having contractions for a week and I have a history of shit labor that does not progress without some kind of intervention and, also, THE BABY ISN’T MOVING. So, because of all of that, the Dippy Hippy I’ve been seeing in lieu of my vacation taking doctor wants me to see an actual doctor (I don’t actually know what her title is, come to think of it…) tomorrow to discuss intervention and maybe induction.
Awesome.
I have no nesting instinct, not really, but knowing that a baby is imminent, I’ve decided to get my shit together and try to maybe make some preparations. Maybe assemble something or do some laundry or whatever. I meant to be really productive today.
Then this morning my three year old cracked his forehead open enough to require stitches, which managed to take the majority of the morning. That taken care of, I had to shower and go to my own appointment this afternoon. Then my husband came home from work complaining of chest pain radiating down his left arm, so back to the ER. They admitted him to monitor his cardiac enzymes. He’s 32 years old. He’s probably fine (I kind of have to tell myself that but I’m almost positive it’s true) but they’re taking it seriously because of a congenital heart defect that was discovered when he was 14 years old. I had to search FOREVER for someone to take and/or come sit with my kids because everybody I know sucks, apparently. I got to see him for about an hour tonight and that makes me sad.
It’s just been all around a shitty day. My poor little guy, he was so hurt and sad today. And now this with my husband and I’ve got this big, empty bed and I don’t really know how to sleep without him in it. I’m so tired.
Maybe skip the rest of my post.