First Snarry Games Rec!
Here's my first snarry_games rec:
Magnificent Penetration by the_con_cept - This story is a wonderful mixture of humor and romance and has some of the funniest lines I've read in quite a while! I adore it and I'm still grinning like an idiot from the ending!
On the pregnancy front, I'm becoming quite alarmed. We went out to dinner the yesterday (just to Friendly's) so I actually had to get out of my sweatpants and put on regular jeans. To my complete horror, I found I couldn't button the front of my pants up. These are pants that fit me just fine 2 weeks ago and no, I haven't gained any weight that I can tell and I certainly don't see how because I've been too queasy to eat much of anything except for Saltines. I had to pull out pants that are normally too big on me and they fit me perfect. My husband thought it was great and now thinks we're having twins. I'm only 6 weeks along... 6 weeks people. My clothes should not be too small for a few months. When I was pregnant with my daughter I didn't outgrow my clothes until I was 4 months pregnant. But then again I wasn't sick like I am now and that was even with a bum gallbladder. I'm getting an ultrasound this week anyways because my ob/gyn wants to be sure there is only 1 baby before he gives me progesterone, you know because of my advanced maternal age makes twins more possible than if I was younger and my grandmother had a brother and sister who were twins so they run in my family. Of course, were I to have twins I wouldn't name them after gemstones like my great grandmother did... Ruby and Garnet. Yep... and poor Garnet was a boy too. I have to say that I took offense to the term "advance maternal age". They make me sound like I have one foot in the grave and hello, I'm only 36. God, at least I'm not like my grandmother or hubby's grandmother, both of whom had pre-menopausal babies at the age of 45 (it's really creepy sometimes how alike my family and my husband's family are). I also didn't mean for this to turn into a rant when all I really wanted to convey was how unnerved I am at finding out that my jeans aren't fitting me when they should be.
Magnificent Penetration by the_con_cept - This story is a wonderful mixture of humor and romance and has some of the funniest lines I've read in quite a while! I adore it and I'm still grinning like an idiot from the ending!
On the pregnancy front, I'm becoming quite alarmed. We went out to dinner the yesterday (just to Friendly's) so I actually had to get out of my sweatpants and put on regular jeans. To my complete horror, I found I couldn't button the front of my pants up. These are pants that fit me just fine 2 weeks ago and no, I haven't gained any weight that I can tell and I certainly don't see how because I've been too queasy to eat much of anything except for Saltines. I had to pull out pants that are normally too big on me and they fit me perfect. My husband thought it was great and now thinks we're having twins. I'm only 6 weeks along... 6 weeks people. My clothes should not be too small for a few months. When I was pregnant with my daughter I didn't outgrow my clothes until I was 4 months pregnant. But then again I wasn't sick like I am now and that was even with a bum gallbladder. I'm getting an ultrasound this week anyways because my ob/gyn wants to be sure there is only 1 baby before he gives me progesterone, you know because of my advanced maternal age makes twins more possible than if I was younger and my grandmother had a brother and sister who were twins so they run in my family. Of course, were I to have twins I wouldn't name them after gemstones like my great grandmother did... Ruby and Garnet. Yep... and poor Garnet was a boy too. I have to say that I took offense to the term "advance maternal age". They make me sound like I have one foot in the grave and hello, I'm only 36. God, at least I'm not like my grandmother or hubby's grandmother, both of whom had pre-menopausal babies at the age of 45 (it's really creepy sometimes how alike my family and my husband's family are). I also didn't mean for this to turn into a rant when all I really wanted to convey was how unnerved I am at finding out that my jeans aren't fitting me when they should be.