Cross your fingers, folks. I'll likely be incommunicado for the next couple of days, unless Nyte hacks into my account (or is magically given the password) and posts for me.

Which he probably will.

If not, his journal is over here at thoth_amon.

Send booze good wishes.

Holy crap. We're breeders now.

Obviously, this kid is a procrastinator. I would not be at all surprised if, a week after the due date, it decided it might want to think about getting started with this whole Entering The World Thing. Luckily, I don't think Doc H. will allow it to turn out like its parents in that regard ( Read more... )

1. I was almost late today, which means Nyte was definitely late. :( I just didn't wake up in time to get in the shower early. I'm accustomed to letting the alarm ring (between slaps of the snooze button) for about an hour or so, then rolling grudgingly out of bed and into the shower (it's a small apartment). Nyte goes after I do, and when he ( Read more... )

Okay, I guess maybe I was hungry or something. Even though I'd had a can of Progresso soup not an hour prior, I cajoled HeatherL and Maggie into going out for lunch. We went to Panera, and at first I was just going to get coffee. Maybe an apple, maybe a little snacky-snacky for later ( Read more... )

Today I rather hate the world. It is not helped by the fact that I am of course tired, and back on the diet, and just generally not pleased to be at work ( Read more... )

I'm back from the cruise/airports/west coast/vacation, and my little escape from the day-to-day reality of life did not go unnoticed by certain karmic agents. Or perhaps by Reality itself. We all know how co-dependent Reality is, what with its very existence dependent on our ability to recognize and react, etc., insert various philosophical and ( Read more... )

Like all my appointments, from the first time I knew what 'going to the doctor' meant, until now, I have had a very understandable and common dread of such visits, largely because of their tendency to fix everything with really big needles. Or so it seemed to me at the time. Even now I think they're a little needle-happy, because I mean, really ( Read more... )

Okay. So, I've been doing the Atkins diet (I think it's slightly modified to allow for more veggies and stuff, or otherwise no one else I know who did the diet was doing it right - I supposed I could be more certain if I actually bought and read the book, huh?) for a few days. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. But grudgingly, I will admit that....I ( Read more... )

So, things are much the same here. Still not knitting, still tired all the time, still unable to concentrate. Still alternately hungry and nauseated. But fun new development - am increasingly more and more cranky! Awesome. Love the hormones, yo.

Have been reading a good bit more Heinlen. The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress is interesting, but it's also ( Read more... )

In my pre-pubescent, playing-house, Barbie-influenced dreams of yore, I pictured this whole process a good bit differently. Don't pregnant ladies glow around the house in their maribou-feathered slippers and silky negligee under a cute cotton housecoat, a pretty pink bow in their hair, full-face makeup and painted nails, munching bon-bons and ( Read more... )