This happened to me...flying into Tucson as a matter of fact. I'd had one incident that just made me nervous and I was getting better. Then we fly into Tucson and about 30 before landing, same thing. Just boom, dropped with no explanation and shaking all over the place. I know the mountains can cause this but I DON'T CARE! I grabbed my (now) husbands hand and dug in. People screamed. It sucked. I was particularly annoyed the pilot didn't say a word. Maybe after the fact he could have said "hey, sorry about that rough ride!" but nada. And that was after we were delayed for a mechanical. So in my mind I was thinking "oh great, the wing just came off and they didn't fix it so here it is...this is really how it's going to do down as we are headed to Arizona to plan our wedding..just fucking phenomenal!" I'm headed there for a weekend in April. First time flying alone in a looong time. First time flying at all in a few years. I'm going to have to get some Xanax.
This is true but honestly, once I got the epidural, I was good to go and reading trashy magazines. It was a--ok!
Certainly, I read that she was "uncertain" before not "doesn't want him there at all." She may or may not change her mind when the time comes. The one thing you can be sure of in childbirth is that nothing usually goes as planned and you just cannot predict anything.
I almost fainted from fatigue. It was round 1 or 2 of molars, I lost track. Anyway, about a month ago. I'm having a sort of informational lunch person about work and it was 95 degrees out, only place to sit was outside, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I started cold sweating and just told myself "get through this she'll take a break from talking and you can go to the bathroom." Good god she went on for hours. Just cold sweats. Thankfully, no fainting but I did have a nice screw up at work that week.
Yes! My son is cutting molars. I am delirious. I would sign away the rights to sex for a year if I could get a week of sleep. Or a few days. No questions asked.
And thank god there's a better login system here! It was killing me.
I mentioned that one just for you misslinda! I was spitting water all over my keyboard just imagining your face reading it!
I think they called it "queens sleep" or something. And I think my mom did it in the 70s! That explains so much, really.
Just have the husband stand up by her head. You can avoid most of the grossness that way. My husband walked in on my emergency c-section. By the time he got his gown on I was already cut open, guts on the table. He was a bit traumatized.
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