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She's curled up with her new lap-top computer, enjoying seeing all of the Nexus flail because of an obviously LOL'd Pokemon. And she enjoys poking at Isamu, because that will never fucking get old. And she enjoys, most of all, missing it in person. Seriously, what the hell was she thinking? The Nexus sucks. Sans a major emergency, she's staying home.
The evening is spent doing gentle stretches, drinking about nine or ten bottles of water, and peeing every five minutes. The pressure on her bladder is getting constantly worse and worse, and the baby's barely a peanut. Her OB at S told her to expect this, but it's still surprising. She feels like she should be in diapers herself, with all the peeing she's doing.
And, of course, doing all the reading she can. What To Expect, and all of that.
She's having a baby.
In her reading, she stumbles across a picture of a 'typical' fetus, at her stage of development, and her heart skips a beat.
All she can do for several minutes is stare.
And then she bursts into tears.
The evening is spent doing gentle stretches, drinking about nine or ten bottles of water, and peeing every five minutes. The pressure on her bladder is getting constantly worse and worse, and the baby's barely a peanut. Her OB at S told her to expect this, but it's still surprising. She feels like she should be in diapers herself, with all the peeing she's doing.
And, of course, doing all the reading she can. What To Expect, and all of that.
She's having a baby.
In her reading, she stumbles across a picture of a 'typical' fetus, at her stage of development, and her heart skips a beat.
All she can do for several minutes is stare.
And then she bursts into tears.