Monthly Archives: February 2009
Best. Babyshower. Ever!
Last night I went to my first real baby shower ever. Yes, this is my 4th baby, but I have never had a real baby shower. I had a mother in law shower, in which a bunch of people who my former mother in law knew came over when I was 15 and pregnant with my first, clucked-clucked at my tender age and talked amongst themselves. But never a real gathering of my friends to celebrate my rotund and expecting state. And strangely enough, while my vanilla friends have been rather distant and my kinky Domme friends have been warm and supportive, and they were the ones who through me the shower.
So, it was not at all what one might call a normal baby shower. It was after all, held in the dungeon. And – there were servants. Also? Tons of unbelievably cute baby gifts wrapped in the most adorable paper and ribbons. And, and of course, cupcakes with rubber ducks, baby bottles and little diapers on top of them! A typical baby shower. No?
Filed under Knocked Up, The Spanking Factory
Yah! I pooped!
Let's Party!
Actual poop shaped poop! No marbles!! Partay!
*sigh*
It’s been a year of infertility drugs, pregnancy and heavy duty (heh. She said doody) iron suppliments so yes. That’s how low my daily goals have fallen over the last year.
Filed under Random Fluffy Bits
My First Day Off
Officially. Off. No pending work from either business. No longer answering the phone. No longer answering email. Last week I switched from the lovonox to the heparin, the first step towards getting ready for birth. Today – 37 weeks, is the beginning of the window for delivery. Starting about two days ago, my dog suddenly because very snugly and affectionate. Does he know something I don’t?
Friends keep saying that we must be so excited. If that is your wasp-waisted, sushi eating, cocktail drinking word for TERRIFIED? Then yes. Definately.
Oh, but you’ve done it before. Um, yeah, 20 years ago. When I was a teenager. When I had no life. No set expectations. When I didn’t have a career (x2) I’m putting on hold. When I didn’t have (unfortunately) that much invested in my relationship. When I hadn’t spent 40 years building a life.
Filed under Knocked Up
