(no subject)
My husband's tolerance for my fandom-centric squeeing is really pretty incredible (this will probably only be funny to you if you're familiar with the True Blood/Sookie Stackhouse/Southern Vampire Novels fandom).
We're sitting in the middle of a class on breastfeeding earlier this evening (fun stuff, that. I totally thought this one woman was going to pop any second) and one woman asks if its dangerous for the baby to feed if you have nipples so chapped that they're bleeding (FYI, the answer was that its safe, but good luck accomplishing it cause... ouch). Dan leans over and says to me "If that happens to you and we secretly have a boy instead of a girl and keep with the plan to name him William, you can totally have your very own Vampire Bill." I laughed kinda loudly... and bit back the urge to remind him that I have no want for a Vampire Bill (though I'd be quite pleased with a Vampire Eric *points to shiny new icon*... though, not as my kid...).
On a totally unrelated note, I have not forgotten about the drabbles I owe. I'll do my best to get to them all this week!
We're sitting in the middle of a class on breastfeeding earlier this evening (fun stuff, that. I totally thought this one woman was going to pop any second) and one woman asks if its dangerous for the baby to feed if you have nipples so chapped that they're bleeding (FYI, the answer was that its safe, but good luck accomplishing it cause... ouch). Dan leans over and says to me "If that happens to you and we secretly have a boy instead of a girl and keep with the plan to name him William, you can totally have your very own Vampire Bill." I laughed kinda loudly... and bit back the urge to remind him that I have no want for a Vampire Bill (though I'd be quite pleased with a Vampire Eric *points to shiny new icon*... though, not as my kid...).
On a totally unrelated note, I have not forgotten about the drabbles I owe. I'll do my best to get to them all this week!