Hi All,
Sorry to go away for a couple of days. I'm a seasoned, trained, professional IS consultant, yet seemed to be the only person that couldn't get into the CB! Thanks to *********** for forwarding the IP addresses. I'm not sure whether I'm glad I look like your uncle or not! But while my neuroses run deep, I do feel confident that I have red hair and I do smile a lot. Quite frankly, it takes less effort to smile than frown (this is a scientific fact). Maybe you should send him to me for a while. Smiles are contagious. And if not, I'm probably bigger than him.
I even dipped into chat the other night for ten minutes. Amy's starting to call Disboards "The Virtual World of Disney."
To Flower: Each and every thread is getting printed in its entirety. This is for Amy, who's not one to roam the computer at night (she still likes old fashioned paper, depite my best training). But they're all going in a three ring binder to be put with all of our memories -- good and bad -- of this little period in life. One day I'll show it all to Kimberly Jane.
Thanks to all for the continuing stories of caesarean success. Amy's "coming out" of the mood a little, although I think it's more because she began to realize it's brining me down, less her believing all is well. Yet while she worries herself completely out of sleep about the c-section, she seems to have forgotten what happened less than four weeks ago. Yesterday a constituent begged her to come take a soil sample. Up she ran to NE PA, telling me after she was already there. Her logic was it was just past Danville, so if anything went wrong, she was "right there." I'll tell you, she's an extremely intelligent woman, and she's the light of my life. But sometimes her bulb needs changing. After a long talk with me and an extreme lecture from her boss, she promises to return to her desk. But boy, am I mad. I'll get over it, but whoo, did I do some (contained) yelling last night.
We had a consult yesterday and Amy asked the doctor "when after the c-section will I be able to sleep without medication?" His response: when your children are 36, with college degrees and decent jobs.
We have an ultrasound next Tuesday, and begin our "alternative birthing classes" that night. I'll be stoked to post a picture of Kimberly, who is now kicking like a loco mule. And you may think we're crazy, but Amy and I are convinced Kimberly likes Billy Joel!
Thanks for the continued support,
Pat