Ahem.
It was gently pointed out tonight by a certain (husbandly) someone that discussing the inner workings of my labia is perhaps not the best use of my time and talent. While I strongly disagree (MY READERS DESERVE THE TRUTH!) from here on out there will be no more twat talk.
Unless something really crazy happens. I can't be expected to keep that to myself.
Had the 20 week sonogram today. Everything looks keen. (I'm so gunning for that word to make a comeback...) Possum weighs about a pound, the heartbeat is great and (whew) there's definite penis/gonad action happening. (It was still a tad sketchy last time.) Unfortunately my blood pressure was wonky so the doc sent me to a cardiologist to have what the professionals call "a little look-see". Let me tell you, having your OB check your blood pressure six - yes, six - times before packing you off to a cardiologist ("Just a precaution! TRY TO GET IN TODAY!") definitely jump-starts your week. Luckily Cardiodude gave me a clean bill of health.
Now if only he could do something about my... never mind.
Well if this writing thing doesn't work out you could always start your own talkshow entitled Twat Talk. I bet the ratings would be huge.
ReplyDeleteThe blood pressure thing is a big bummer. I had issues with it climbing steadily with both kids. Although, my OB found that it was best to take mine at the end of the visit, I tend to have a bit of that white coat hypertension thing and waiting until the end gave me lower readings.