Sorry, just talking to the babies.
That's right, I still haven't popped them out, and I'm TIRED.
I'm now 36 weeks and 4 days pregnant, which is considered past full-term for twins.
My doc, as I've mentioned previously, wants to induce me next Monday, I'd rather have them NOW, right now please.
They're not listening.
Anyway, Silver, my sixteen-year-old daughter, wants to be present at the delivery.
The intended parents of the twins (isn't that a nice, PC term?) have no objections, since they don't want to be at the actual delivery.
I guess they want to be like the Fifties dad, pacing the waiting room, puffing on cigarettes, outside of screaming range. Just minus the smoking.
That's fine, because if they're not there, I can cuss all I want, yay!
Trust me, it won't be anything Silver hasn't heard from me, especially while driving.
I just hope Silver doesn't puke or pass out! Well, she can always move to the head of the bed if anything too gross is happening! If they have to do a c-section (please, God, no!), I'll ask them to boot her out. That is something she definitely doesn't need to see, that's for sure.
Oh, and happy Independence Day, everyone!
Did nothing today. Just napped, ate, and watched Silver play "Beyond Good and Evil" on the GameCube, oh, and watched some Mythbusters, too!
Which is a sad state of affairs for one of my two favorite holidays, dammit!
Yup, the 4th of July and Halloween are my favorite holidays, EVAH!
Wow, how banal and boring can I be?
Don't answer that.
Two (types of) people worth hating:
1) People backing out of parking spaces WITHOUT LOOKING BEHIND THEM!!!
Silver and I almost got creamed by a little old lady in a huge SUV at my last doctor's appointment. I literally smacked my hand on the rear windshield and yelled before she got a clue and stopped.
2)People who drive 50 mph on the highway, when the speed limit is 65 and clearly posted. I want to kill them. Repeatedly.
So, that's the status quo here at Lucrative Pain Headquarters.
Circling in a holding pattern, waiting for landing clearance so my passengers can finally disembark.
While going outside as little as possible, because it's a fucking oven out there.
Take care of yourselves, maybe I'll have good news on the baby front next time!