DD (don't you know DD? Shouldn't you know DD? She's worth it, I promise!) nominated me as a Rocking Girl Blogger (it comes with a nifty little bloggy button. I am incapable of html anything, apart from html fuck-ups in which suddenly my entire blog is translated into Norwegian. So imagine a nifty little bloggy button and we'll be there.) I'm supposed to nominate 5 other of these cutely titled Rocking Girl Bloggers, and as I have nothing today and I love DD and she told me to do this (and why yes, I WOULD jump off the bridge if she asked me to, how'd you know?) I'm going to do so, but I want to be clear here-I don't play favorites. I read more blogs than this, but am not a good commenter, mostly because I do not give good comment. And I'm forgetful. Very forgetful. So forgetful I not only forget to comment, but often forget what sites I saw things on. So my list of 5 comes mostly from the emails I've had with people, because good people are out there and need big thanking.
Five bloggers that I think are of the Rocking Girl variety:
Patience, who I see already has that nifty little bloggy button on her blog, which makes me want to un-nominate her as clearly her html skills are superior to mine and I am the kind of girl to trash-talk someone who's wearing the same dress I am and looks better in it, too. But Patience has been through more IVF than anyone else I know, ever, and she's one of those that is still trying and doesn't seem to ever begrudge those in blog-land that are knocked up. She's nice like that. Really. Even if she does good html.
Becks, whom I've had some emails with. Becks is on round 2 and is in the middle of a tense 2ww. She swears, and I love me a girl who swears. She makes me laugh, and she has good names for her pets. I think she solidly counts as a rocker. Solidly.
Marie-Baguette not only just gave birth, but had a harrowing story-she was pregnant with quads, faced many battles, a reduction, and a few scares, and she still was there for me to endlessly email her with CVS questions. Somehow, she makes it all look easy and she's still here and still supportive for the land of Us with Too Many Questions.
Watson is mental in that loveable squeezable Elmo way. She makes me laugh, even when it's serious, which is a pretty hard thing to do. She's one of about 5 women knocked up with IVF twins and due around the same time I am. I love Watson, but if she gains less weight than I do or gets her figure back really fast then we may have to talk about our relationship.
Ms Prufrock, whom I am happy to see is also of the I-don't-do-nifty-bloggy-buttons, is a great chick, even if she lives in southern Hampshire and we all know all the cool cats hang in the north of the county. She lets me snark. She lets me snark about babies. That is worth its weight in gold right there.
Right, so in other news my next scan is tomorrow, where I'm planning on busting into tears and offering to bribe the doctor to give me a date we can schedule an induction. I'm prepared to even offer sexual favors if he'll just give me an end date (Aidan won't mind, surely. After all, he got to sleep next to me last night while I had restless leg syndrome and was doing my best Bend it Like Beckham impression, plus he cruised through the "Vanessa Temper Tantrum" that was this morning. I'm pretty sure he'd offer the doctor sexual favors at this point, too.) The house is a serious fucking disaster, because Aidan and his brother moved furniture this weekend to start the early preparation of the nursery. Our house, as a result, looks like a bunch of movers took some boxes, emptied the contents in the middle of every room, and ran. Am sure it will resolve itself, but in the meantime it's kinda' tiring walking amongst the train wreck that is our house ("Your shoes, honey? All the shoes are under the kitchen table. You'll find them there. I'm pretty sure the home phone is in that pile, too.")
(The really sad part is, that last pretend comment wasn't pretend. All of our shoes really are under the kitchen table. I'm not sure how they got there, but what's worse is I'm less sure of when they'll be evicted.)
And one last thing-I came across a Puregon Pen that I have. I'm quite happy to donate it to anyone who's going to cycle and needs a pen, as I know they're expensive. You need a new needle, but that part's cheap, so if anyone needs a Puregon Pen let me know and I'll post it off to you.
Somewhere in the house is a cat and a handful of Fig Newtons (hopefully not together) and I'd like to spend time with both.