scrawls
still cheaper than therapy*


nothing doing: edit: nothing doing.
they say more babies are born on full moons but i think They are full of Shit.
mm-hm

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eek.
i don't know what kind of mold grows on a hundred and seventy-five thousand Scoville unit teeny tiny peppers, but i am kind of scared. i thought they were all dried out and storeable!

and, if i was no longer pregnant, then i could have a margarita tonight. Bastards.

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why recycling is so easy in this country. And cute.

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augusten burroughs' brother writes, too.

so clearly i should read them both. right after the hotel new hampshire.

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expecting!
Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker

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why is it that all proper outerwear is a fucking allergen? Wool puts me in the emergency room, now, historically, thanks. And of course down gives M headaches. so theoretically i could get a down coat for me - to go with his itchy scratchy wool one - and we'd lick the platter clean, or something. The sweater that put me in the ER was cashmere. really really. i have a pair of angora socks that are lovely, but angora comes from bunny rabbits, not stupid big ruminants. and every time someone reccomends things, let alone makes things, for baby, it's wool. Itchy blankets. Itchy hats. Itchy mittens. Itchy gifts and itchy heirlooms. And to go with all the itchy awfulness, they reccomend you avoid pasta and peanut butter? and eggs? and cut out all dairy products? Bitch, please.

off to eat something with walnuts and possibly shellfish.

On the other hand, if i could eat. like. this....

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in which i have a tiny gold medalist
we're no longer breech. Chocolate definitely helps. Baby re-flipped at 38w6d. If they didn't do so many damn ultrasounds i'd never even have worried about it.

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things i should acquire prior to Winter
which i did not buy last Winter, but we got here when it was halfway done, and it was very mild, and i'd really rather not be Miserable again:

hoody fleecy stretchy thing that has a ZIPPER, unlike the fleecy, but unhoody, nonzippery pullover thing i have now, in a color that will not show dog hair, namely, charcoal grey or dark brown, rather than black. Zipper will accomodate babywearing where pullover thing will really, really, really NOT. Lesson: never compromise. I wanted a thing with a proper zipper last year and got that shit instead. Why? Lesson no. 2: Old Navy is not a place for real outerwear.
Edit: full zippered, pockety, fleecy, slightly waterproof, theoretically windproof, jacket, nonblack, check.

sausage coat with some hardcore fucking down in it. Larger size than usual to accomodate babywearing. Black or dark brown. I need something quite a bit warmer than what i have, but also not a neon green non-down-filled ski parka. Dear Self: you don't ski all that often, and wearing a ski parka to Not Ski is like all those people with shiny, shiny extended-cab duallie trucks.

Proper boots: black, waterproof, decent grippy soles, flat or near-flat heel. Preferably mid-calf, no fleece showing, leather. Lesson: the boots you got in Texas were not made to stand up for more than a single season of actual wearing, and are about as far from waterproof as it is possible to imagine. There is a hole in one seam already. This is why they were $9.

Several umbrellas. I have shitty luck with umbrellas. Lesson: an umbrella is never, ever, ever an investment piece.

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38 and a half weeks: and i have a wiggler, because having a baby on the small side, which, now, we have, after being in the 50th percentile coming into the 3rd tri, means it has extra room to be flippy. So two weeks ago, we were head down, which was good. Now we are head up, which is not so good.

i'm temporarily convinced i'm going to 42 weeks and having a c. More chocolate may be the answer.

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it's my own invention
vienna airport arrivals

moscow airport departures

FlyNiki HG8107, arr 18:15

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i have been avoiding the Expat Grocery Store. i do this knowingly. i have been doing my level best to be here, and be in another country, and live like i am in another country, and avoiding Starbucks (okay, except when the english-speaking mums group is in one, and even then i had a marillengespritzt, which tell me if you can find that in an american starbucks) and McDonalds (which i have been to Burger King once and i'm PREGNANT and sometimes i am HUNGRY but in eight months going to Burger King once is not a big deal and even then it was sort of a loss because it didn't have a bathroom but i was hoping it would and so had chosen it instead of the wurstel stand for pretty much that reason alone) and i try to fit in better than people who put ketchup on schnitzel, for instance.

And the Expat Grocery Store is mostly British stuff, i think. so it may or may not even be helpful. and they don't list oreos on their online-shopping thing, though we've gotten enough presents of oreos that i don't ever want to see them again, and they also list non-specific Quaker Oats but they don't list Strawberries and Cream or Peaches and Cream, which are the only good kinds, and if they don't have them then it isn't worth much getting the plain stuff. (oddly, they do list certain brands of tartar sauce, which why on earth would you get that crap instead of the yummy fresh-made stuff? Please note that i answer my own question below.)

But they list Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. and i'm on the third or fourth austrian variety of mac and cheese, here, now, and it's just not working, and M suggests that they can't even have it here because they can't label it as "cheese" and he might easily be right. i don't want to go in the Expat Grocery Store. it'd be like admitting defeat. and while, yes, i know, i really am an american and there's nothing i can do about it, it's still like defeat.

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