Glamorouse
Sunday, November 20, 2005
- Mothers to many
- Wives to some
- Hag-ridden harpies to the rest
Don't miss a trick
Solid Gold Moments
- Sunday MTC
- THE wardrobe malfunction
- Her very own trivial pursuit
- It's all about meme
- The trouble with twins
- In the beginning, there were yoga pants
- The (kinda) award winning entry
- The extended version
- It's all about meme
- A little insight
- MongoChromo
- How to tell us apart
- How we came to blog together Part 1
- How we came to blog together Part 2
Bec
Kim
Bec & Kim
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Like ABBA said: ring, ring...
- Bec's Bloginality is INTP
What we said yesterday, and the day before that, and before that, and that...
- Who knew...
- A couple of words for you to understand my day
- Yesterday
- A Friday night thing...
- Probably when I should start worrying...
- It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas...
- It's bad when...
- Yikes!
- Good grief we have visitors...
- While I'm feeling rather knackered today...
awww shucks
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5 Comments:
Oh shit, now I am definitely the worst friend in the world. I was thinking ice packs and cold cabbage for you ever since reading that post but, since I've only ever had unholy twin baby engorgement and never been afflicted with malicious mastitis, I felt unqualified to comment...
The difficulty, of course, was being unable to a) be a midwife and b) be able to feel your breasts in person because - der - not there.
Where I was is fodder for another post, but the washing machine we got is a Samsung J845, Choice magazine best buy and total fucking BARGAIN (so I tell myself, being now totally broke and still having to pay other 50% of new kitchen next week, fuck, fuck, fuck.)
But, hey, at least my breasts are my own (see Obgynorama for benign prognosis!)
ps - my word verification is "ffcoyla", which, if you say it out loud, sounds a bit like the expletives I needed on your behalf and my own)
PS - I read once that cold cabbage down the bra was an Australian invention, have you heard that?
still, obviously, obsessing about not calling you since reading this stuff about mastitis on Friday.
word verification is "sevdjjq" - which I believe is Icelandic for fucking useless friend.
Oh, that picture brought back some godawful memories... I wish I could've thrown my nursing machine at the wall after I was done nursing Baby.
But I had to take it back to the rental shop.
After using an electric Medela pump machine for the better part of three months, every three hours, 15 minutes on each breast, this little hand held number has been a breeze, but I must say, after the recommended program of 24 hours of expressing till your breasts deflate I'm ready to give it back to the friend (Jen) who gave it to me.
Bec - of course an Australian invented the cabbage down the bra - what other nationality would invent something so gross and yet so effective? I even had bought cabbage last week. Weird.
and ouch on the 50% kitchen payment. I got a quote for plantation shutters for the three bedrooms the other day and it was close to 4 grand. Yeah, I can almost see which sheet I'll be using pinned up over the nursery window when Jasper's older and out of our room...
There wasn't much phone answering yesterday.
ffcoyla sounds like a good name for mastitis and sevdjjq perfect for what I feel like doing to my breasts if they don't STOP FUCKING HURTING SO MUCH.
my verification is madgtk - which I believe is bogan for women with cabbage leaves on her tits.
Well I'm going to stick with ...
Yadza!
And from hereon I will begin every comment with that. You know, instead of Hello Michele sent me, or something equally pedestrian.
Have never had mastitis so can't comment, but can sympathise.
- sympathetic noises. Suse.
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