34 weeks pregnant. My feet are swollen and I want chocolate cake.

"Small, like the wren...": Question for BJD peoples

dieseldolls:

syrinxfox:

Yeah, so… I know I’ve been ignoring the hobby for the past year or so. I’ve had other things that took precedence over dolls.

But the announcement of Dollism Plus in the US got me thinking… I still have some dolls. I have all my tons of feathers. Would it be worth it to spend the next year and a…

I love the idea of wings for dolls. Though if conventioning is too much of a hardship, why not just set up an Etsy store or similar? That way you only have to travel to the mailbox :)

Very valid point, but one reason I stopped making them is that I hate shipping them. It’s a pain in the butt. I don’t want to start up the business again, because it just made me unhappy and stressed, despite being successful. I’m more looking towards the conventioning experience, actually, but I just can’t afford to waste hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars for experience alone. If you get what I mean.

Question for BJD peoples

Yeah, so… I know I’ve been ignoring the hobby for the past year or so. I’ve had other things that took precedence over dolls.

But the announcement of Dollism Plus in the US got me thinking… I still have some dolls. I have all my tons of feathers. Would it be worth it to spend the next year and a half making a crapton of wing sets and trying to get a table at the convention? [This is assuming they allow people to buy tables and it isn’t an invite-only type thing.]

I know a table would be very expensive. I know I’d have to get a temp business license in NY state and pay sales tax. I know I’d have to figure out a way to take credit cards [I don’t have a smart phone, I know you can buy readers for smart phones]. I know I’d have to drive my ass up from Virginia. Thankfully, I have many relatives in upstate NY.

My son would be over a year old by then, but I would have to try to do wings while raising a newborn and working. Thankfully I have a non-toxic glue now.

Since I’ve been out of the hobby for so long, I don’t know the state of the BJD world anymore. Are people still willing to shell out the money for them? Has someone else come in and taken over the whole wing making thing?

Is this worth my time? Input is appreciated.

Several years ago we spotted a heron in our yard. He hung out for a few months. He repeated the same thing the next year, then we didn’t see him after that. I’m headed out to work this morning and who do I see sleeping on our clothesline? Our resident heron.
We mistakenly thought he was a black capped night heron when we first got fleeting glimpses of him. He didn’t really let you get a good look at him and we mostly saw him at night. It turns out he’s a yellow-crowned night heron. It was super cold this morning and he was all bundled up when I first disturbed him. I think that’s the only reason he let me get so close before flying away. At least I managed to get a good shot of him for once.

Several years ago we spotted a heron in our yard. He hung out for a few months. He repeated the same thing the next year, then we didn’t see him after that. I’m headed out to work this morning and who do I see sleeping on our clothesline? Our resident heron.

We mistakenly thought he was a black capped night heron when we first got fleeting glimpses of him. He didn’t really let you get a good look at him and we mostly saw him at night. It turns out he’s a yellow-crowned night heron. It was super cold this morning and he was all bundled up when I first disturbed him. I think that’s the only reason he let me get so close before flying away. At least I managed to get a good shot of him for once.

Weird pregnancy symptom #375

Remember those abdominal muscles? You know, the ones that formed that nice flat stomach of yours when you weren’t pregnant?

We’ll they’re gone.

Not so much gone because now you have an ever growing fetus/uterus and are incapable of having said nice flat stomach. No. Gone. You have lost the privilege of using any of your abdominal muscles. They’re currently in some desperate battle with the rest of your abdomen just trying to hold your organs in and can’t be distracted from this task.

Do you know what you use your abdominal muscles for in day-to-day life?

EVERYTHING.

Standing, sitting, laying down, turning over, bending over, getting up, pushing, pulling, putting on socks, sneezing, coughing, cooking, cleaning, driving, walking… everything. You now have to adjust to life without those muscles you’ve been using for quite literally every task that involves movement of your person your whole existance.

So how does one accomplish all those tasks now? Well, all your other muscles have to compensate, and trust me, they don’t like their new found duties. At all.

Your lumbar region says ‘screw you’. Your intercostal muscles just laugh at your efforts. Your hips gave up the ghost in the last trimester because of all the relaxin coursing through you… Did I mention the relaxin? ‘Cause yeah, that lovely hormone that loosens all your joints up, it makes it harder for your muscles to keep everything in place, too.

Oh and you still have at least 15 more weeks of this.

Que the ineffectual flailing.

Still preggo, obviously…

pregnancy update

How Far Along: 23 weeks.

Weight Gain: ~15 pounds through the whole thing so far.

Days until next doc appointment?:  2 weeks?

Innie or Outtie: Innie still.

Maternity Clothes: I just have maternity jeans. Will need shirts soon, my abdomen is starting to get too big.

Sleep: Nap during the day, sleep at night.

Pregnancy Perk: Nesting is a fucking awesome motivator to cook and clean.

Embarrassing Pregnant Moment: Not being able to stand up from a sitting position on the floor. My knees and hips have given up the ghost.

Baby Purchases this week: Babies R Us planned for next week.

Best quote regarding baby this week: “Your son is kicking my bladder again…”

Gender: Boy ^^

Movement: Sometimes he’s kicking up a storm, sometimes he’s not.

Food Cravings: Salads with Italian dressing.

Food Aversions: Anything prepackaged/full of preservatives.

How’s Mama?: Good, other than the hips and knees.

Labor signs?: Too early. Lots of Braxton Hicks though.

What I am looking forward to: Carpeting the upstairs so I can set up the nursery.

Our Baby in Veggie/Fruit Terms: Mango.

Pregancy symptom

Now, I know it’s normal to have a heightened sense of smell and taste during pregnancy. You’ve about doubled your blood volume to help make the baby so it’s only logical that you have increased blood flow everywhere else. All that increased ability to taste and smell what I otherwise couldn’t has led me to this:

I can’t eat bread anymore.

Well, let me clarify. I can’t eat processed bread anymore. All I taste is sugar. When I’m eating it with pot roast, it’s not something I want to be tasting. When I’m having an italian sub, it doesn’t go so well with the salami and vinegar.

Bakery and artisan bread is totally fine, because it doesn’t have added sugar in it. [I read the ingredients]. All fast food bread is out, especially places like Subway. All sugar, all the time. It bothers me that I can’t enjoy what I used to never even think about before because of this. Although I’m sure it’s much healthier if I don’t eat it in the first place.

I figure my only solutions are to either stop eating bread, [no], buy only fresh baked or artisan bread from now on, [expensive], or buy a bread maker and just make my own. So I chose option 3 and ordered a bread maker from Amazon.

We’ll see how it goes…

[Yes, I know the heightened sense of taste will probably go away after my pregnancy is over. I’m not a health nut, but I really don’t see a downside to not eating processed bread anymore anyway.]

Hi, I’m pregnant.

Pregnancy Questionnaire

1. How old are you and the father?

I’m 32 he’s 33.

2. Where did you meet?

In highschool. I met him via my boyfriend at the time’s D&D group.

3. Are you boyfriend/girlfriend, engaged, married, or not together?

Married.

4. How long have you been together?

Together 10.5 years, married 10 years in April.

5. Was it planned?

Well we were trying to conceive, we just didn’t expect it’d be so quick. Literally two weeks off birth control and I was pregnant. Thankfully I’ve been on it forever. I never wanted a child until recently.

6. When did you conceive?

Middle of September or so.

7. When is your due date?

End of June. I don’t believe in exact due dates because babies never come when they’re due unless you take them out surgically on the date.

8. What do you think the baby will look like? (eyes, hair, facial features)

No clue. I have brown hair and brown eyes, husband has light brown hair and blue eyes. Guess we’ll see.

9. Do you plan on a natural birth or using an epidural or other drugs?

I would prefer to avoid drugs since they do have side effects that can complicate birth but I am not against them if needed. I don’t have this crazy need to be primaly empowered as a woman during birth, I just want what’s best for the baby.

10. Is this your first baby?

Yes. It may or many not be the last, we’ll decide that once we have it for a while.

11. How did yours and the baby’s father’s parents react?

Both sets of parents are very happy. This will be the 12th grandchild on his side, the first grandchild on my side.

12. When did you tell them?

My parents knew I was trying to conceive, [my father is doctor so I was asking for advice as soon as we decided we wanted to try for a child]. We told his parents a bit later when we knew the pregnancy would stick.

13. Did you consider abortion or adoption?

For certain genetic or chromosomal abnormalities I would consider ending the pregnancy, but I would have to think long and hard about it. Since we wanted the child in the first place, adoption hasn’t entered the equation.

14. What were your first symptoms?

Fatigue, nausea, some other things the internet doesn’t need to know.

15. How did you find out?

Took a pregnancy test the first day I missed my period the first month we tried. I had an inkling I might be pregnant about a week before that for no particular reason but I chalked it up to wishful thinking until I was sure.

16. Have you had an ultrasound?

One at 10 weeks, be have our second big one next week.

17. Have you heard the heart beat?

At 13 weeks yes.

18. Do you know the sex?

Hopefully we’ll find that out next week.

19. What sex were you hoping for?

Whatever’s healthy.

20. What girl/boy names did you consider?

If it’s a girl, it will be Olivia. If it’s a boy, it will be Isaac. We had names picked out before we even tried conceiving.

21. Does the name you chose have any special significance?

No, we wanted names that were normal yet moderately uncommon, and no weird spellings. Their middle names have significance but in the interest of internet privacy…

22. Do you have any supplies yet?

We have some things given to us my relatives and friends. A car infant seat, some strollers, some toys and books, but nothing we’ve bought yet.

23. Have you felt the baby kick yet?

Not yet, still a bit early for that.

24. When is your baby shower?

Haven’t planned for that yet. I don’t like parties.

25. How many weeks/months are you?

16 weeks today.

26. What are you looking forward to?

Everything.

27. Are you financially able to care for a child?

I don’t like this question, as it’s none of anyone’s business. I wouldn’t have planned for a child if I wasn’t in a position to care for one.

28. What was your worst symptom?

Extreme fatigue. Also my hips hurt something terrible if I’m on my feet for more than 6 hours.

29. Have you had any cravings?

Not exactly. I tend to want salty things all the time but I wouldn’t call it a craving. I had a true craving once, it was for vanilla ice cream. My husband went out, got me a pint, I ate it all and felt much better. The end.

30. Are you scared of having a miscarriage or stillbirth?


Not currently at this point, but I’ve never really had a feeling that there was anything wrong with the pregnancy.

31. Do you wear maternity clothes?

Not yet. Though I’ve gained about 10 pounds I still fit into my regular clothing. I have a couple pair of maternity jeans if need be for later.

32. Has anything major changed in your life since your pregnancy?

Yes and no. Work has changed mainly because I’m very limited in some things I can do, [no more xrays or anesthesia or cleaning cat boxes]. Also because of how tired I get, I can’t make it through a full day anymore so I’m doing half days then coming home and taking naps.

33. Do you smoke or drink?

Nope.

34. Do you take prenatal vitamins?

I was taking them since the moment I was trying to conceive.

35. Are you going to breastfeed or use formula?

Breastfeed unless some complication arises where I can’t.

36. Are you going to use disposable or cloth diapers?

Disposable.

37. Do you regret your pregnancy?

I wanted this so it would seem pretty silly of me to regret it.

38. What is your weight gain so far?

About 10 pounds… sigh. All in my ass and hips. I was slender to begin with so it’s not that bad.

39. Has your baby had the hiccups?

Not yet.

40. How big is the baby so far?

Not sure how big it’s supposed to be at this point. Lime sized maybe.

41. Do you have any stretch marks?

Nothing more than I got at puberty.

42. Any complications with your pregnancy?

Not so far beyond normal pregnancy ick.

43. Have you seen your baby do any strange things during an ultrasound? (suck his thumb, etc)

The only ultrasound I’ve had so far the blob was too small to do anything.

44. Do you get any criticism?

Not that I’ve heard. I don’t see why I would, I’m an adult with a planned pregnancy. I’m grown, I do what I want. If someone else doesn’t like it they can fuck off.

Sigh

So we got our leaking foyer inspected by some roofing people. Our roof is fucked, the whole thing [we kind of expected this, in all honesty, we were just hoping we could drag it out a few more years]. In addition to that there is a layer of asbestos shingles under the current ones so that requires abatement from an outside contractor.

The price tag? $10,000.

If the fucking asbestos wasn’t under there it would be reasonable, but that more than doubles the price. We have a rainy day fund, but that more than depletes it. Owning a house sucks. Owning a house built in the 30’s sucks even more. There are no grants we can get [I looked] and we don’t own enough of our house to qualify for a loan.

So, yeah, tomorrow is ‘photograph all the dolls’ day. Expect a torrent of stuff for sale.

Really liking this artist. I’ll forgive him for letting one of his songs be used for an IE commercial.

Wednesday [Emergency and Critical Care]
Walked into my shift where they were finishing up a C-section and every staff member was trying to revive a puppy. Unfortunately, due to a combination of circumstances, the puppies just weren’t doing well. There were 5 or 6 of them, some started out breathing but then they eventually gave up despite all efforts, including philtrum acupuncture [which I did running around with a bunch of 25 gauge needles to various puppies], Doxapram, and chest compressions.
One little puppy was actually trying to hold on, though it wasn’t really breathing and it was extremely bradycardic. Our Criticalist took over, he actually intubated the minutes old puppy with our tiniest endotracheal tube, [he was going to put in a tiny tracheostomy but it was actually moving too much for that]. Then, he did the coolest thing I’ve ever seen, he put an IV catheter into the puppy’s umbilical stump. I didn’t even know you could do that, though it makes sense, it is a major vessel for the tiny thing. He could only fit a 24 guage in there, but it doesn’t mater, it was patent and he was able to deliver a dose of naloxone to reverse the sedation the mother had that was transferred to the puppies in-utero.
I kept up with the tiny chest compressions [which is literally just squeezing it’s little chest with your thumb and forefinger] and eventually the heart picked up on it’s own. An hour later it’s heart rate was about 140, it was extubated, squealing like a puppy and the IV was out. Two hours later it was drinking formula from a bottle.
Unfortunately, the time it was in a severe hypoxic state may have been too much for it because less than 24 hours later it deteriorated and died. But we tried, and for a while, it appeared to be a normal healthy puppy.
Here is a photo I took with a friend/co-worker’s phone of the puppy still intubated, after it’s own heart had taken over and with the IV still in. I really need to start bringing my camera to work.

Wednesday [Emergency and Critical Care]

  • Walked into my shift where they were finishing up a C-section and every staff member was trying to revive a puppy. Unfortunately, due to a combination of circumstances, the puppies just weren’t doing well. There were 5 or 6 of them, some started out breathing but then they eventually gave up despite all efforts, including philtrum acupuncture [which I did running around with a bunch of 25 gauge needles to various puppies], Doxapram, and chest compressions.
  • One little puppy was actually trying to hold on, though it wasn’t really breathing and it was extremely bradycardic. Our Criticalist took over, he actually intubated the minutes old puppy with our tiniest endotracheal tube, [he was going to put in a tiny tracheostomy but it was actually moving too much for that]. Then, he did the coolest thing I’ve ever seen, he put an IV catheter into the puppy’s umbilical stump. I didn’t even know you could do that, though it makes sense, it is a major vessel for the tiny thing. He could only fit a 24 guage in there, but it doesn’t mater, it was patent and he was able to deliver a dose of naloxone to reverse the sedation the mother had that was transferred to the puppies in-utero.
  • I kept up with the tiny chest compressions [which is literally just squeezing it’s little chest with your thumb and forefinger] and eventually the heart picked up on it’s own. An hour later it’s heart rate was about 140, it was extubated, squealing like a puppy and the IV was out. Two hours later it was drinking formula from a bottle.
  • Unfortunately, the time it was in a severe hypoxic state may have been too much for it because less than 24 hours later it deteriorated and died. But we tried, and for a while, it appeared to be a normal healthy puppy.
  • Here is a photo I took with a friend/co-worker’s phone of the puppy still intubated, after it’s own heart had taken over and with the IV still in. I really need to start bringing my camera to work.

Interesting things at work…

Interesting things I’ve done at work that I’ve never done before since starting my new positions. I’ve worked emergency veterinary medicine for years, but now I work specifically for a board certified Criticalist and board certified Surgeon. I’ve done a lot of advanced stuff and I do a lot of stuff during my shifts, but this just highlights the new stuff I’ve been exposed to this week. I feel like taking an account of the new stuff I see/do for my own purposes.

Monday [Surgery]:

  • Took myleogram radiographs. Got to watch a needle inserted into the lumbar subarachnoid space deliver dye that moved through the whole spine of a dog that has severe CP deficits in it’s rear legs. The surgeon was looking for lesions. Didn’t find any. I think he figured the problem was a myopathy rather than a myleopathy.

Tuesday [Emergency and Critical Care]

  • I used the ultrasound probe to highlight a kidney on an acute-on-chronic renal failure cat so the Criticalist could take renal cortex samples [fine needle aspirates] to send off to a lab. [I was also in charge of the cat’s sedation at the same time, but that’s nothing new.]
  • Palpated the mineralized calcium deposits on a dog’s lungs during a necropsy. It’s actually really cool, the Criticalist was looking to see if the dog had thrown a PTE after we euthanized a patient [with owner permission, of course] and he was all, “come over here, feel this”. And then there I was with my hand in this dog’s open chest geeking out over aging and disease processes while playing with lungs. One side of it’s chest had normal dog lungs, the other side had severely thickened and edematmous lungs. We already knew it had pneumonia. I’ve seen a billion necropsies, but never felt calcium deposits in the lungs before.
We’ve been rearranging our house a lot lately so work can be done on it. Unfortunately that meant the poor birds have spent most of the time in their cage. I brought them out for some free time on the ceiling fans so they can observe their peasants from up high. My husband snapped this photo this morning with his camera. I edited it on the lappy, which I’ve found is a lot harder than editing on a 20 inch screen.
Stanley is in my hand, Livingston is on my shoulder.

We’ve been rearranging our house a lot lately so work can be done on it. Unfortunately that meant the poor birds have spent most of the time in their cage. I brought them out for some free time on the ceiling fans so they can observe their peasants from up high. My husband snapped this photo this morning with his camera. I edited it on the lappy, which I’ve found is a lot harder than editing on a 20 inch screen.

Stanley is in my hand, Livingston is on my shoulder.

Day off…

Taking a day off from the 365. I’m actually making something. I haven’t felt the urge to make anything in months, possibly over a year. So I’m gonna roll with it while it lasts.

Let’s see if I can get it done before I go back to work on Tuesday.

365 - Day 19
This is me, hiding behind my camera, in a very dirty mirror. The hiding is the important part. Oh yeah, those are my pajamas.
I don’t like photos of myself. I, like half the population, thinks they look terrible in photos. I’m ok if you get the right angle, this one I think is ok. But in general, yeah. Hate.
So here’s my 32 year old, introverted, highly anxious, scared of the general populous self.

365 - Day 19

This is me, hiding behind my camera, in a very dirty mirror. The hiding is the important part. Oh yeah, those are my pajamas.

I don’t like photos of myself. I, like half the population, thinks they look terrible in photos. I’m ok if you get the right angle, this one I think is ok. But in general, yeah. Hate.

So here’s my 32 year old, introverted, highly anxious, scared of the general populous self.