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Hang in there Safey. You'll be in my prayers and everyone else's here, I'm sure. And get as much rest as you can while you can. :kiss:


Awww, don't mind me. I'm just not looking forward to the battle again. When I was first preggers with the girls they pushed really hard to do a "selective reduction". I'm sure they will again cuz of the same risk factors. I just wish they would call it what it really is - "we want to kill one of your babies cuz it's better for you". I told them "fuck you" then and I sure as hell will this time, especially considering my TWO beautiful daughters. Just don't feel like fighting at the moment is all.
 
When I'm drinking I seem to attract asses that want to talk to me. :D

What about when not drinking? I would imagine you'd attract all sorts--both asinine and regular--who'd want to talk to you. (At the very least.:rose:)


:cool:
 
Well, I talked to my OB doc a bit ago. The "good" news is that I'm definitely preggers.

The "sorta good" news is that I have very elevated EPF levels. Not completely unexpected given the fact that they had me take stuff to enhance my fertility prior to the IUI. Oh, well. At least I still have all of the twin stuff.

Needless to say, Amy is happy as hell about both things. Course SHE doesn't have to carry them around for the next 8 1/2 months. For me it means my ass is going to get stuck in bed even sooner and that the chances of miscarriage just jumped through the roof. I'm not going to cry.
You get to stay in bed and write poetry and make unreasonable demands.
 
Awww, don't mind me. I'm just not looking forward to the battle again. When I was first preggers with the girls they pushed really hard to do a "selective reduction". I'm sure they will again cuz of the same risk factors. I just wish they would call it what it really is - "we want to kill one of your babies cuz it's better for you". I told them "fuck you" then and I sure as hell will this time, especially considering my TWO beautiful daughters. Just don't feel like fighting at the moment is all.

Selective reduction reminds me of some similar phrases. Like final solution. And ethnic cleansing. Be strong, doll. You'll be in everyone's fervent and poetic prayers for the whole saga.

Sweet, if you have a good rock shop in your area, go get some chrysocolla. Or I could send some along with your coloring book, if you still want one.

hearts. and congratulations.

bj
 
What about when not drinking? I would imagine you'd attract all sorts--both asinine and regular--who'd want to talk to you. (At the very least.:rose:)


:cool:

You're a sweety. :rose:

I can assure you that once I open my mouth and start yapping my opinionated rap, I scare away more than I attract. The ones that stick with me figure out that once you get past my motor mouth and wacky ideas I'm a very sweet girl. And it's helps if they're a little deaf. :p
 
Awww, don't mind me. I'm just not looking forward to the battle again. When I was first preggers with the girls they pushed really hard to do a "selective reduction". I'm sure they will again cuz of the same risk factors. I just wish they would call it what it really is - "we want to kill one of your babies cuz it's better for you". I told them "fuck you" then and I sure as hell will this time, especially considering my TWO beautiful daughters. Just don't feel like fighting at the moment is all.

Sticking with what you believe in is not fighting! And I was gonna tell you before that when I was prego with my sonny I got really high blood pressure. The docs were worried about toxemia so I ended up spending the last two months on bedrest. And I was going nuts because I couldn't do anything but read, watch tv, eat and pee (which I did every 15 minutes). But then after he was born (and my bp went back to normal like two minutes after he popped out), I didn't sleep for around six months. So resting pre-baby is sort of a silver lining. :)
 
"vodka" on Literotica

I was sure that at least half of the poems on Literotica which feature "vodka" are by me. And indeed three of them are. But a search shows that Literotica is a home to 42 vodka poems. Silly drunkards!
 
Well wish me luck. I'm off to lunch with Amy then to have a fist fight with Dr. Death. I don't even know why we're having this appointment. "Fuck NO!" should have been just as easy to understand over the phone as it is in person.
 
That didn't take long. We stopped by to see Dr. Death first (he's in the same office building as Amy).

Amy is much stronger than she looks. I outweigh her by 8 pounds, but try as hard as I could, I couldn't get loose to break that motherfucker's nose. Fuck her too.

awww fuck it!
 
That didn't take long. We stopped by to see Dr. Death first (he's in the same office building as Amy).

Amy is much stronger than she looks. I outweigh her by 8 pounds, but try as hard as I could, I couldn't get loose to break that motherfucker's nose. Fuck her too.

awww fuck it!
There are other obstetricians in the world, y'know. If you don't want to pay this guy, find a new physician. (Don't break Amy's nose, it'll make her snore ;) ).
 
There are other obstetricians in the world, y'know. If you don't want to pay this guy, find a new physician. (Don't break Amy's nose, it'll make her snore ;) ).

Thanks Champ. I'm done with my latest crying jag, now I'm just angry. What pissed me off was the fucker was so cavalier about the whole thing. "Oh, I knew there was a very strong possibility on multiple eggs and I expected to do a reduction" and "you don't even have to chose which one will be reduced, I'll do that for you." Was that supposed to make me feel better about the whole thing?

I probably could have even dealt with that, but then Amy said that we needed to "consider it". I'm not stupid. I knew my health risks before I got pregnant for christ sake. She’s supposed to be my support, my backup and she is going to consider killing one of her own children? I’m not worried about her snoring cuz she is in the guest room till further notice – at least! The cunt will be lucky if she doesn't find all of her clothes in the driveway.



Sorry for dumping. *Hugs*
 
Thanks Champ. I'm done with my latest crying jag, now I'm just angry. What pissed me off was the fucker was so cavalier about the whole thing. "Oh, I knew there was a very strong possibility on multiple eggs and I expected to do a reduction" and "you don't even have to chose which one will be reduced, I'll do that for you." Was that supposed to make me feel better about the whole thing?

I probably could have even dealt with that, but then Amy said that we needed to "consider it". I'm not stupid. I knew my health risks before I got pregnant for christ sake. She’s supposed to be my support, my backup and she is going to consider killing one of her own children? I’m not worried about her snoring cuz she is in the guest room till further notice – at least! The cunt will be lucky if she doesn't find all of her clothes in the driveway.



Sorry for dumping. *Hugs*
If you're able to do it, get a second opinion. If two doctors agree on a reduction (that sounds so sterile) then you might want to consider it... just consider it.
 
I have come to the realization that the chick I married is insane.

I didn't sleep well, so I got up early and did some writing. When I write I close the office door and nobody bothers me, but I can't hear what's going on in the house either.

I went out to the kitchen to get some more coffee and there stood Amy and the girls - dressed to match - plaid flannel shirts, jeans, and FUCKING TOOL BELTS!

I stood there with my mouth open until Tina said "We're going to the hardware store to get tools!"

I told the girls that their "Daddy" and I needed a "minute" - which they know perfectly well means I am going to chew Amy's ass. As I calmly poured my coffee, I "sweetly" said, "Honey, why are the girls dressed like a couple of FUCKING BUTCH DYKES?" (well, part of it was 'sweetly').

She gave me her :eek: face. She told me that while I had been grocery shopping yesterday the girls were in the garage with her and started pestering her about wanting tools... and one thing led to another = TOOL BELTS!

So now it is a little after 7:00 am and Amy and my two little tool belt wearing, Bull dyke wannabes are out in the garage doing something horrible to a poor defenseless piece of wood. Fine. Wonderful! Good quality time with Amy.

They will have even MORE quality time with Amy because, come Monday morning, I am enrolling all THREE OF THEM in ballet class!
 
I have come to the realization that the chick I married is insane.

I didn't sleep well, so I got up early and did some writing. When I write I close the office door and nobody bothers me, but I can't hear what's going on in the house either.

I went out to the kitchen to get some more coffee and there stood Amy and the girls - dressed to match - plaid flannel shirts, jeans, and FUCKING TOOL BELTS!

I stood there with my mouth open until Tina said "We're going to the hardware store to get tools!"

I told the girls that their "Daddy" and I needed a "minute" - which they know perfectly well means I am going to chew Amy's ass. As I calmly poured my coffee, I "sweetly" said, "Honey, why are the girls dressed like a couple of FUCKING BUTCH DYKES?" (well, part of it was 'sweetly').

She gave me her :eek: face. She told me that while I had been grocery shopping yesterday the girls were in the garage with her and started pestering her about wanting tools... and one thing led to another = TOOL BELTS!

So now it is a little after 7:00 am and Amy and my two little tool belt wearing, Bull dyke wannabes are out in the garage doing something horrible to a poor defenseless piece of wood. Fine. Wonderful! Good quality time with Amy.

They will have even MORE quality time with Amy because, come Monday morning, I am enrolling all THREE OF THEM in ballet class!

Do they even *make* flannel leotards?
 
I just want to share with everyone that morning sickness really,really, really, really sucks!
 
I just want to share with everyone that morning sickness really,really, really, really sucks!

I've had more than my share. With my daughter, I had morning sickness through the first eight months! Unsalted saltines (a bit of a contradiction) were the only things that helped me. I kept a box of them beside my bed and ate a few and waited a few minutes before getting up.

My three pregnancies gave me a pretty full experience of pregnancy, except I never had a C-section though I came close to having one with Baby Bear. (9lb. 9 oz. is a challenge, especially after 16 hours of pitocin.) Gestational diabetes and the subsequent large babies, induced labor with two, pre-eclampia and bedrest with Baby Bear, multiple non-stress tests and ultrasounds, way too much morning sickness, and natural childbirth... geez, I'm exhausted just thinking about it all. But, if you ever have any questions, I'm here.
 
I've had more than my share. With my daughter, I had morning sickness through the first eight months! Unsalted saltines (a bit of a contradiction) were the only things that helped me. I kept a box of them beside my bed and ate a few and waited a few minutes before getting up.

My three pregnancies gave me a pretty full experience of pregnancy, except I never had a C-section though I came close to having one with Baby Bear. (9lb. 9 oz. is a challenge, especially after 16 hours of pitocin.) Gestational diabetes and the subsequent large babies, induced labor with two, pre-eclampia and bedrest with Baby Bear, multiple non-stress tests and ultrasounds, way too much morning sickness, and natural childbirth... geez, I'm exhausted just thinking about it all. But, if you ever have any questions, I'm here.
Odd that you called yours Baby Bear. My youngest was called Katy Bear. She was 10 pounds and 10 ounces! Gestational diabetes, also. She is the one with autism. Is your Baby Bear the child with asperger's? If so, it really makes me wonder. Another poet on the forum has an autistic son and she had gestational diabetes.
 
Odd that you called yours Baby Bear. My youngest was called Katy Bear. She was 10 pounds and 10 ounces! Gestational diabetes, also. She is the one with autism. Is your Baby Bear the child with asperger's? If so, it really makes me wonder. Another poet on the forum has an autistic son and she had gestational diabetes.

No, my daughter, my 1st born, is the one with Asperger's. She was 9 lb. 2 oz. It is likely that I had gestational diabetes with her, even though I was borderline normal when tested and therefore not treated. My smallest was my 2nd. We call him "Peanut." He was 8 lb. 15 oz.

Baby Bear is anti-autistic. He's the most like me, as may have been hinted in my poem to him in the 30/30 thread. He's extremely emotionally sensitive and empathetic.
 
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