Go Gracie, eating!
And yay wee Cash-nephew. Hang tough, little dude.
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
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Go Gracie, eating!
And yay wee Cash-nephew. Hang tough, little dude.
Yay Gracie for eating and little baby for being tough!
For about a week I have had Glee's version of Salt 'n Pepa's Push It stuck in my head.
Now it has been pushed out because some teen girls on my bus were rapping and one of their songs consisted of "Kiss my ass and my anus" over and over and over. So now that is in my head.
But you can take heart from other preemies who are badass toddlers and preschoolers. Cause those creatures are now indestructible. (Or so they try to be.)
This stuff is all awesome to read. It calms me. It's nigh impossible to express this to my sister, however, who is handling this in her own way (by obsessively collecting information--seriously. You know what she asked me for when I called to see if I could bring her anything? FILE FOLDERS AND A PENDAFLEX!)
They will be fine and Reece's prognosis is a good one. It just be up and down for a couple of months.
Yeah, your sister just has to live through it.
Fuck, I am tired. Good thing I'll probably never have a baby at this point because I can't even imagine. I am barely functioning after getting to sleep probably by midnight and being half-woken-up by my cat at 5, and then rolling over until 7.
Yeah, your sister just has to live through it.
And it's totally a fugue state.
Jesse! Me too. I think I was in bed by 11:30 and woke up on my own between 4 and five.
WTF?
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I screwed something up at work last evening, and I didn't get any sleep at all last night. I was half worried that I would get fired in the morning. I was also worrying that I'm subconsciously trying to get myself fired. The support call at 6:00am from someone who needed my help with a system in Toronto that I don't have access to didn't help my anxiety either.
Oh, ugh, Tom. I have those "I messed up and I'm going to be fired for it" insomniac nights all the time, and they're miserable.
Oh god, that is the worst.