Sounds like the perfect storm for labor. How do you feel?

Me? My snow turned to rain and was gone by the time I got home. I could really use snow (I love it). Though I can't wait for the holidays to be over..People are so rude this time of year.

My foot's in a cast. I haven't bathed since sunday and I'm on painkillers so I can't drink any beer.

(((ramix))) Never thought you'd be hoping the baby would stay in, did you?

Remember that women have been home-birthing for a long time.

I'm mildly down, as I've made no plans yet to spend time with anyone (ANYONE!!) for Christmas. I'm afraid I'll end up on the computer the whole time.

We're evidently flying into the storm of the century (admittedly, the century is still youn) when we head up to Tacoma this weekend, and I still don't have a winter coat. Oh, Los Angeles, you scamp: your desert clime has made me forget that the rest of the country really does have weather.

YOUNG. the century is still young.

Maybe it just hasn't grown into that "G" yet, scody

Also, ramix, I am crossing my fingers for you. Or maybe my legs. Something, in any event, is crossed for you.

I have lunch tomorrow with my father's extended family. It's going to suck. (They hate me because of any combination of the following: I'm not married yet, I'm not thin, I don't have babies, I don't make an obscene amount of money, I hate most modern art, I'm not uppity enough to look down on poor people, and just because I'm not a little darling puppet.)
As a bonus, I'm going to spend Saturday night at my brother's house and with the 4 purring balls of loooooooooooooooove.

I forgot to ask people to take care of my bunny the 2 days I am gone for xmas, and I feel horrible about it! Sending out an email now.

V. and I are fighting. Well, I'm fighting ( - intermittently, and at quarter-force), and he's trying to make us be not-fighting.

I'm right. But he's also not wrong. But I'm worse than angry, I'm discouraged. And one thing's for sure: I'm not happy, which means he can't be happy either, because even at quarter-force, me unhappy is not a pretty thing.

Just because I know this doesn't mean I'm a monster... in fact, I'm almost completely the opposite. I let go of petty shit always (and so does he), but there comes a time when some petty shit (repeated enough) suddenly becomes an unmistakable allegory for the whole state of the relationship.

Everyone goes through this, I think... almost everyone has experienced that snap!, from one side or the other (eventually from both sides, and repeatedly, if you stay with someone long enough). He's just waiting me out to get over it, and knowing that I'm so completely dependable (and I am) is also sort of pissing me off.

*sigh*

Being dependent pisses me off, but as it turns out having SO depend on me is much the same when that "snap" arrives. If that's any consolation.

I know what you mean, taz. (((hugs)))

I'm mildly down, as I've made no plans yet to spend time with anyone (ANYONE!!) for Christmas. I'm afraid I'll end up on the computer the whole time.

Trade ya!

It really is, dabitch. I do depend on him to be forgiving, and he always is. He really is a smart, kind, gorgeous, loving, open, honest, funny, wonderful guy.

You see? totally dependable. bah.

eid, you're not exactly right on this, though I know what you mean; I'm not a person who dislikes being alone, at all.

ack. never mind... you weren't talking to me. Sorrrrrry!