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Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
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Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
Re: How was your weekend?
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
Congrats, Fozzy.
Saturday I did absolutely nothing. I have serious case of morning-turned-afternoon-turned-evening, so I spent most of the day lying on the couch watching movies, or taking a 3-hour nap.
Sunday was my niece's 13th birthday party, which was ok. The most amusing part was BSC BIL's GF refused to come because she didn't know my SIL was serving lunch (well, according to BSC BIL). So that was awkward for a little while he tried to explain that to everyone.
The only "cure" is birthing. Until then, they can only treat the symptoms.
They only want to use steroids as a last resort and are sort of looking to me to gauge how bad they are. I'm supposed to call if they become totally unbearable. When it's 3am and I can't sleep because of all the discomfort, I think "OK, I'm calling tomorrow." But when I'm more distracted during the day, I think, "I can handle this." The ones that appeared first are starting to clear up. I can mentally handle the idea of toughing it out for another week or two. But if they don't go away after that, I don't think I will last until the due date without better drugs.
But seriously, I don't want people to start seeing my name in posts and thinking, "must skip, sick of hives complaints," so instead hear are two other birth class stories:
1. One of the women there looked exactly like Hezz, but shorter. Her husband looked like Cameron from Ferris Bueller, so I kept thinking of them as Little Hezz and Cameron. Even though they were wearing nametags for 2 days, I couldn't tell you what their real names are.
2. When we watched the birth video, I tried to whisper "was that poop?" to MrTummy, but I think a guy sitting nearby heard me.
That really was me. I decided to get my birthing class on in DC. And pregnancy has a way of shrinking me and stretching out Pete.
It was great seeing you!!
(sorry about your PUPPS. It makes me itchy just thinking about what you're going through...)
Fozzy, congrats lady!
Congrats to little, drunken Ian - he so super cute! I love his smile.
Vinnie, hang in there, button. It's almost over. And then how you'll laugh, and laugh, and laugh looking back on this whole experience...
We went on a hayride and pumpkin picking on Saturday. Then on Sunday Pete and I left our kid with a stranger for the first time (mom usually watches him) and we went to the Pats game. Awesome game. Kid unharmed. All around a good day.
I ended up in a cold sweat of nerves around 2:30 this morning thinking about all that we haven't done for this kid. So, I went shopping for paint today so we can get started asap. When I got home I walked into the house to find the fireplace exploded with soot all over the family room and a missing daddy and baby. Then angry daddy and freshly bathed baby (2nd bath of the day, btw) came down the stairs.... Turns out Santee Alex crawled completely into the fireplace while Pete was on a call and emptied all the soot and ashes all over the hearth and room.
Daddy = mad
Mommy = amused
A fireplace door was our second childproofing purchase, after a gate for the stairs.
Mucho likes purple nails and purple cupcakes
We also spent a lot of time watching this.
Excuse how stupid I sound. I spliced several different sessions together.
the babies in this post are too cute.
I love how Ian sort of says Thank You after Fran says Thank You after the NO
Book Review Blog
If I were a man (or fitty) I'd totally call my penis THE WIZARD - HappyTummy