And the red one too 

More photos

I have more to post but the software doesn't like me anymore. Maybe it'll like me again tomorrow. I will perservere.

Dear Tertia

Surprise!!
Since some of us couldn't attend your baby showers in S.A. we decided to throw one of our own.Welcome.
Have a seat in the glider and let me get you some punch.
In the posts below you will find glimpses of friends and gifts that are either actually on their way to you, gags or the best, most precious gifts or advice they themselves ever received.
Enjoy this online baby shower just for you.
Julie and GetupGrrl both send their regrets.

With much love and admiration,Lauren
p.s. In the greatest of ironies I have not been able to find my digital camera and am unable to take my own gift picture. I offer you this advice instead: get help, lots of it. Get house help, get baby help and then get out. I will post a photo as soon as I can find that darn camera.Also, many people expressed interest in this shower but, for one reason or another, didn't get a photo in by tonight. If I get them in I will post them too.

All from the Lioness

Tertia dahling, hope you enjoy these befuck and exceedingly lekker gifts!
For you (and Marko)
1 - Moet & Chandon bottle - rather obvious. Le'haim dahling!
2 - A pack of Portuguese ciggies for when you can finally smoke again
3 - A Rubber Doll for Marko bcs frankly, someone needs to address thepoor bloke's predicament before his balls burst
4 - A stay at Lake Pleasant Health Spa near Knysna so you can rest
5 - These frozen cherry tree simply because it's so pretty
6 and 7 - Two sets of Gabriel Feeding Pads to make feeding theravenous ones and easier task, in Red and Navy (They are FABULOUS, eksê!)
ED. note - will post these tomorrow as Hello! is giving me trouble now

And now for Kate and Adam:
8, 9 and 10 - Bath Books: so they can become both educated and cleanat the same time, very attractive
11, 12 - Cloth Books: so they can have fun and again, become educated(can't stress this enough), without you having to vacuum or give thema gastric lavage; and they're of animals so they are given an earlyintroduction to Aunt Johnny's world
13 - The entire Paddington book collection bcs I'm crazy abt the bear!

And finally, 14 - The Power of One bcs it's a bloody marvellous bookand you should have read it already, being from ZA and all - so if you have, re-read ad lib; if you haven't *cluck* shame on you!
Loads of love babe!
Johnny (aka Lioness)

I forgot one of the bath books from the Lioness. 

This most gorgeous gift is from the most wonderful Tess. Lucky You!! 

Dear Tertia,

Since you probably have gotten plenty of advice and stuff for getting through the first 3-4 months, I wanted to send something along that will come in handy when Adam and Kate are sitting up and rolling around.

The bumbo sitters -- a must-have if you plan on getting ANYTHING done once they are more active. I have been using these seats since my twins were 4 months old. They sit in them to eat, play with toys and even each others feet. They are GREAT!

Prayers and best wishes to you, MarKo, Adam and Kate. Twins are GREAT, you are more than doubly blessed.

Hugs,
Kristin in VA
w/ Sascha and Mia who are almost 7 months
www.kristinm.blogs.com 

Soper's peepers, bee-yoo-tee-ful blue green 

Here is my "gift," which is not just funny but apparently really works.
From Soper, Uterine Wars 

In the spirit of the festivities! 

The Lioness herself 

Recommended by the Lioness 

cloth book 

Cloth book 

bath book 

another bath book 

This frozen cherry tree simply because it's so pretty

 

A stay at Lake Pleasant Health Spa near Knysna so you can rest

 

A Rubber Doll for Marko bcs frankly, someone needs to address the
poor bloke's predicament before his balls burst

 

A pack of Portuguese ciggies for when you can finally smoke again
 

For you (and Marko)
Moet & Chandon bottle - rather obvious. Le'haim dahling!

 

Danae is watching from afar, not bloodshot at all! 

A set from Danae 

and one for Kate, thanks Scully! 

One for Adam, from Scully 

I would like to "bring" a gift for Mom: a nursing dress with 2
openings, suitable for nursing twins.
From Donna a.k.a Shamhat  

Two Taggie Baby RattlesFrom Vicki a.k.a Barren Old Crone 

Dubya

I saw the man tonight. His motorcade interrupted my return from work and I swore bloody murder at him. I had no idea how long I was going to be detained so I was pretty pissed off. I guess he's sleeping on his airplane tonight so he was headed back out to our local airport. G'night shrub.

I had another trans vag ultrasound this afternoon to ensure that all the "remnants" had passed. It looked clean but the tech found a cyst on my left ovary. Any ideas about that?

Jesus Gay!! She did it!!(a letter to Julie of A little pregnant)

Woman!!You SCARED us!! You scared the INTERNET!!
I am so impressed.
I am so happy to hear that little batman is doing well, weighing three pounds + and scoring 9/9 on the Apgar but I am still scared. You have had nothing but sh*t thrown at you during this pregnancy and now this emergency c-section, it scares me.

Ok, enough being scared, now I'm just joyous because the Bat is HERE!!
Congats Julie, Paul and little Bat!

p.s. check out Tertia's updates at So Close

Happy Belated Thanksgiving

To my American friends. Hope the turkey was good.
I have six g-mail invites if anyone is interested and my HCG is at 25 so I guess it ain't all out of my system yet.
Dear Internet OB/GYN: Will I ovulate soon? Or perhaps I should ask the eight ball?
(TMI I know)

Well Hello Dolly

Hi folks I don't know. I've noticed some interesting ISPs coming to visit me and I just wanted to say Hi to New Zealand and some of the folks at the Big Oil Company who seem to come back often. You're free as a bird to lurk lurk lurk but I'd love it if you planted your flag on my Guest Map. That goes for you too Tess.
luve me, Lala

So the Building Inspector didn't even enter the premises. He just told me to get the Plumber over next week to inspect the pipes and have someone inspect the HCG levels until they don't register anymore. He didn't seem to understand the urgent desire of the Screaming Diva on the first floor. The Basement is looking more and more appealing to her. And so we wait until tomorrow to see how low my levels can go.......

Edited to add that the Building Inspector said that unless the furnace overheats there is no real cause to worry about the Diva.

The one in which I use heavy handed verbiage to lull my readers to sleep

Why can't I just opt out of Christmas? I have no spirit and no money with which to replace it. I also have no faith. A long time ago I did have faith, and a framework in which to practice it but that's gone. I gave birth to a son and raised him as a commercialist within the dogma of consumerism and later married a Catholic. So no matter the reason, Christmas is a presence in this house. It's only ephermeral and not corporeal yet because there simply isn't any money to throw at it. I lie in bed at night thinking about how much I suck as a person because I've let the stress of my poor health, my lack of an income and my crappy choices ruin what is important to my family. I want to cry because I can't give anything to anybody, much less myself.
THERE ARE NO QUICK ANSWERS.
I may go out and get a real job in the next week but that leaves the running of the business squarely on my mother's shoulders and I can tell you that isn't going to relieve my stress.
Got all that off my chest. No conclusions were reached but maybe I CAN SLEEP NOW.

Doc. appt. tomorrow

Sorry, there were no good titles available *snark*. So I'm taking the Screaming Diva to visit the OB/GYN tomorrow to see if he can meet her demands. The S.D., as I'll call her from now on, cannot stand a fart, sneeze or poop in her general vicinity. Throw in my stomach's intense dislike for milk products and I'm in Lower G.I. Hell. The uterus, in the role of S.D., just has not gone back to her complacent,little, pre-pregnancy self and she's taking her misery out on me. I try not to set her off, I haven't gone all "raw sweet potato"* on her ass, but I'm thinking about it. Her lousy attitude, parried with her desire to escape the "Apartment Building" makes me very uncomfortable. Seriously though, every time I get up and walk around I have a heavy feeling in my "downstairs" region. I sometimes wonder if the S.D. is going to fall through the floor into the basement. I have a hard time walking, lifting and therefore working and I think perhaps there's some kind of infection in the "foyer". I guess the Building Inspector will let me know.



* If you need to clean out your entire G.I. or if you're simply bored at home one day and want an excuse to spend it on the toilet try eating a raw sweet potato. Whatever you do, don't get on the 144 and expect to make it to work safely in 45 minutes. Ha ha ha G-d laughs at people who try that.

Yay!!

I got a gmail invite. I'm not sure why I was hunting this down but I managed to find one. Thanks to The O'eo Cookie for the invite.

And then.....

I came across this. A car accident of artistic collaboration. Don't get me wrong, Anne Geddes has talent......and she used it all up before she met Celine. I love photos of babies sleeping, who doesn't, but the pomegranate and lime cover of this "miracle"project had me vomiting my way out the door of the bookstore.
It's actually nicer on the website. Maybe I should find someone who has a copy and leaf through it.

Loooooong hours

So today I work from 11 a.m. to 9 p.m. and we've, at various times, run out of Pepsi cans, Dr Pepper cans(the injustice !!), pizza, lettuce, and basically everything that makes my world go round. This shopping mall is not big enough for the number of people here today.
I really have nothing to say except hello to my forty loyal fan/friends. I'm feeling shallow and self involved and I'd kinda like to explore that but I'm tired and pissy. Luv U, Lala

oh wait, funny story about Jackson:
There's a reading competition at school. If you read a certain number of pages you get a Silver Certificate, more and you get Gold and Platinum. Maybe there's a Bronze one for the retards underacheivers at the bottom but I can't remember right now. Anyway, I have a bunch of books I've been buying for J over the past few years and now he's ready to read them. They're about a boy named Brian who survives a plane crash in the wilderness at the age of twelve and manages to stay alive despite having no survival skills. He has a good memory for all the books he's read about survival skills . So Brian learns how to hunt, kills a Moose and has to figure out how to get it back to camp. Jackson comes downstairs, all excited because he's completed the book and I ask him "how did Brian get the Moose back to camp?" Guess what he says to me.
He used the deer.
Wha???
I called him on it and he hummed and hawed and twidled his fingers. He finally admitted that he skipped a bunch of pages and hurried up to finish. But how do you use a deer to get a dead Moose back to camp?
At least try to be rational when you lie.
Needless to say he was forced to re-read the entire book.

My Mamma found my site

Lesson learned today: don't tease the no-ass Mamma.
She will find hunt you down your site, she will leave a comment to let you know she know she's been there and you will never be the same. On the other side of it, I know her IP address.................

dead

You know you're better when......

you go shopping and it's FUN!! Tonight I bought a coffee table at Ikea and completely re-arranged my living room. I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned and made a quick dinner and cleaned some more. I'm even thinking of having people over for dinner some night soon. Somebody sold me some good shit 'cause I'm feelin' groovy.


Welcome to Mikko, my favourite Finn. Thanks to Cuzin Julie for putting together the coffee table.

For Scully

Ten Things that Piss Me Off – Adam Sandler

1.People who point at their wrist while asking for the time. I know where my watch is buddy, where the fuck is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the bathroom is?

2.The Pillsbury doughboy is way too happy considering he has no dick.

3.People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.

4.When people say “Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too.” Fuck off. What good is god-damn cake you can’t eat?

5.When people say “It’s always the last place you look.” Of course it is. Why the fuck would you keep looking after you’ve found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?

6. When people say, while watching a movie "Did you see that?" No dicknose, I paid $10.50 to come to the theatre and stare at the frikken ceiling up there.

7. The radio ad "Hi, I'm Jeff Healey from the Jeff Healey Band. Don't drink and drive. I don't." Well I hope you don't drink and drive sober either Mr. Healey. You're blind for God's sake!

8. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?" Didn't really give me a choice there did ya buddy?

9. When something is "new and improved", which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it.

10. When a cop pulls you over and then asks if you know how fast you were going? You should know asshole you fucking pulled me over!

Adam Sandler's Top 10

1.People who point at their wrist while asking for the time. I know where my watch is buddy, where the fuck is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the bathroom is?


Lemme know if you want more. I'm not a real fan but I thought that one was funny.

Shopping is not the solution

Just phoning this in to say that I tried to make myself happy through shopping but it didn't work. I found there was nothing I wanted and I had to push myself to buy a pair of Nikes that were on sale and don't even have laces. If this trend continues I may actually have cured my excessive clothing habit. Positive things may yet come from this crappy state of mind.

Freaky Friday

Apathetic, sore, tired, frustrated, lonely, anti-christmas, hateful, jealous, empty.
No longer wondering what kind of coat a pregnant woman needs for a cold winter.
Wondering what to wonder about...........do they make a Care Bear for this?

Weary Wednesday

I'm here, I'm just worn out. The pain and clotting continue but the doc's office told me not to worry until Monday. Ha ha ha ha ha....
Thanks to many of you for checking in on me. I wish I had a funny pizza story for you but I've been kinda zoned out at work. Tonight I went in to work the evening shift but my mother sent me home because I was in too much pain, again, to be of any use.
My mother is wonderful, she has worked her fingers to the bone to help me this past month. I wish I knew how to thank her.

It's Tuesday, I'm conscious

Last night was one of the worst nights of my life in terms of physical pain. I've spent most of today in bed waiting for the doc.'s office to call me back and tell me that a five day miscarriage is completely normal. I don't believe it myself but the Registered Nurse on the line from Telehealth Ontario told me that I shouldn't worry unless I'd been bleeding for seven days. Do these people listen to themselves when they talk? Seven &%$# days? So, I wait. Only two more days THEN I can worry. Why can't anything be normal? If the pregnancy couldn't be successful, why couldn't the miscarriage just be normal? I ask too much.

For more reading I pulled out "Our Bodies, Ourselves". It instructed me to capture the fetal matter and afterbirth in a jar so I can take it to the lab. What the hell? Oh the sensitivity.
Back to bed.........

Lost

It's dark here in my cave. I'm kind of lonely but there aren't very many people I'd want in here. It never occured to me that my husband would say stupid things about having a miscarriage but he did so I kicked him out a while ago.
I had to come back in here because I made a huge mistake today. I somehow assumed I was ready to face the world. I wasn't.
I went back to work at a shopping mall that's noisy and filled with children, babies and fucking pregnant women who wanted to come, two by two, for lunch. "And when are you due? No, when are you due?" NO! Both of you just fuck off and go get your healthy meals somewhere else!!!

At least I can drink Dr. Pepper again.

If Oprah did miscarriage

Hi folks, today I'd like you to meet Debbie from Georia, She's had three miscarriages, all in the past two years.
So, Debbie, tell me about the first miscarriage. How long did it take?
Debbie: It took about 36 hours give or take.
O: Did you do anything special while this was going on?
D: I had a friend over, I thought about getting drunk, but in the end we didn't do anything.
O: And what did it feel like?
D: I'd have to say rolling waves of pain, mostly ache with a lot of "whoa mama" moments of real intense pain. My back hurt, I felt like throwing up a lot.
O: and when it was over, did you feel relieved?
D: no mostly just sad.....and lost
O: I see, well, at least you know you can get pregnant.
D: silence
O: In our next segment, this Chicago couple tells the miracle story of their septuplet pregnancy


P.S. I'd like to credit Jamie of Babywait for the inspiration for this conversation.

Thank you

Thank you everyone for showing me your support. I'm still at home, waiting. Rebecca is keeping me company and reading me drug fact sheets about Misoprostol. We'll see how it works.

Yesteday was Jackson's birthday. I can't imagine what it felt like for him to have his mother off in her own little world of grief but he did say late, last night that it was the best birthday ever.
Which makes me wonder why I had all those huge, involved parties when he was younger? All he needed was a cake from Loblaws, some family and a piece of pizza. Who knew?

Everybody: Meet Rebecca. 

The Sweetest thing

Last night, as we drove home from getting Jackson's hair cut, an arm reached across from the passenger seat of the truck and touched my shoulder. And my son said " You can come and sleep with me for a while tonight Mommy, I'll let you cry as much as you want."


Life goes on, even when life doesn't.

There was no heartbeat. It measured Nine weeks, four days so that means it stopped growing on Saturday.
If you're my family and you're hearing it here first, I'm sorry. I just don't feel like making any phone calls.

Anxious about....

Tomorrow's ultrasound will let me know if everything is on track and hopefully give me some peace of mind. Maybe then I can get back to work and back to life.
It looks like getting back to life means moving out of this house I love. Business is so bad that I've often thought I might lose my house. This has caused me months of quiet worry and the answer finally came yesterday. My mother suggested that we sell the house I live(love) in and my family moves in to her current house. She will then move in to the one bedroom apartment addition at my aunt and uncle's house since one of their kids is moving out. Is that confusing? I get a bigger single house that I like less than my current smaller end unit townhome. I'm confused. All in all it's going to be a big shift in the household continuum. I'll worry later.
Right now Bush 39 Kerry 3. Come ON Democrats!!