Down becomes up.
Jan. 9th, 2013 02:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thanateThe last couple days have been very "I hate everything" for reasons that probably aren't worth going on about; it is pretty obvious even from inside my head that I'm overreacting about #stupidthing, which means I'm entirely sure I wouldn't be able to make a rational decision about it even if I had enough useful data to do so, which I know that I don't. But I'm losing a stupid amount of time to being frustrated when I ought to be doing various things involving house cleaning (for this weekend) and reconstruction (for the nursery & various other improvements to household functionality) and this does not help either. I find myself contemplating dying blue streaks into my hair as one of those odd cheer-oneself-up tactics. (I was vaguely contemplating it before, as this is the first time I haven't theoretically had to look respectable if asked since before doing enough dye testing to be confident I'd get my normal color back eventually, but I still haven't decided whether I actually want blue hair.)
It's also my one week off before I'm supposed to be in the doctor's office weekly, which is probably just as well given that grauwulf has had my car all week while his is getting bits fixed. (Theoretically he's supposed to get it back sometime today. This is nice, as I would like to go grocery shopping before late-at-night someday, and maybe pick up my library books & things.)
As of last week (and based on her movement patterns, I don't think this has changed) the kid had settled into her approved head-down orientation with her body curled along my left side; if all goes well she should more or less stay there, kicking away, for the next month or slightly more. At that point not only does she get squished out into a world full of air and cold rather than warmth and liquid, where she has to sort out breathing and how to imbibe her own food and digest it, but her silly parents will attempt to convince her that actually, the head is supposed to point upwards. Even how to deal with gravity changes. Crazy.
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It's also my one week off before I'm supposed to be in the doctor's office weekly, which is probably just as well given that grauwulf has had my car all week while his is getting bits fixed. (Theoretically he's supposed to get it back sometime today. This is nice, as I would like to go grocery shopping before late-at-night someday, and maybe pick up my library books & things.)
As of last week (and based on her movement patterns, I don't think this has changed) the kid had settled into her approved head-down orientation with her body curled along my left side; if all goes well she should more or less stay there, kicking away, for the next month or slightly more. At that point not only does she get squished out into a world full of air and cold rather than warmth and liquid, where she has to sort out breathing and how to imbibe her own food and digest it, but her silly parents will attempt to convince her that actually, the head is supposed to point upwards. Even how to deal with gravity changes. Crazy.
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