I'm also on Team Correct Terms but have taken to calling my infant son's genitals his "business" because scrotum is such a gross word. I figure when he gets old enough to understand, I will explain that his business is made up of his penis & scrotum. It does bring humorous new meaning to the phrase 'mind your own business" though.
Thisthisthisthis! My husband and & I are doing the scheduled sex thing right now (hello Monday Funday!) because I have zero drive but do enjoy the foreplay once it is happening, less so the sex which still feels a bit awkward & strange but perhaps we have not hit nine yet? We waited more like 10 weeks because my shit did not feel healed & I was having some severe body image issues which made me cry anytime my husband touched my midsection. Sooooo sexy. And then we waited another 2 weeks because that first time was Not Good. And then waited a bunch more weeks. And then started scheduling it & it is getting better. I've been telling my husband (and myself) that my lack of drive was due to breastfeeding, but of course have been secretly afraid that I am broken, so it is wonderful to read that others have experienced this.
Ahhhhh, I started watching during the last month of my pregnancy bc SO MANY PEOPLE were like, What?! How have you never this show?! And I think I would have loved this show had I watched it when it first aired but watching as an adult I find myself annoyed with the characters most of the time & charmed by them only some of the time. I only made it as far as, like, S02E03 or something before I kept forgetting to put it on. Does it get better?
Ugh, so I went to a fancy bra shop that has (had?) it's own reality TV show to find a strapless long line bra for my wedding. The girl measured me up & declared I was a 32DD, which made sense bc I had been wearing a 34D which is an easier-to-find sister size. So she starts bringing in the bras. And they all fit TERRIBLY. Like, I'm talking back cleavage to rival my front cleavage. When I expressed my dismay at the fit, the girl was like, Well, you are a 32DD & that bra is a 32DD so. And when I asked to try a different size, she tried to convince me that my back was SUPPOSED to look like that. I started to cry bc this was for my wedding & I am an emotional person & the girl was totally stone-hearted about it. I ended up buying these weird boob stickers that were supposed to hold my boobs up but I was too nervous & sweaty on my wedding day so they wouldn't stick so I free-boobed it & I can totally tell in the photos bc there is a gap between my chest & the bodice where my boobs were supposed to be but they weren't. I've been hesitant to have another go at fancy bra fitting ever since.
Oh god...I took a course in visual semiotics while studying abroad & somehow managed to get an A while not absorbing any information about semiotics at all.
I HAVE THAT SAME COPY also framed & hanging very prominently in our house. My husband is an officer in the Navy & finds the poem high-larious.
Ugggggh, this. A few years ago I reconnected with one of my favorite friends from high school. We'd kept in touch for a few years after we graduated, but then she joined the Navy & fell off the face of the earth for a while. Then, thanks to the magic of Facebook, I found her again & realized we were living in the same part of Virginia, which was crazy bc we were originally from Illinois. We decided to meet up & I was super excited bc memories of hanging out with her at Denny's on Fridays nights were some of my fondest. But as we were talking, it became very apparent that the relationship that had been so important to me was barely a blip on her radar. She didn't remember any of our inside jokes & kept talking about things that happened before we met. After about half an hour, I discreetly texted my boyfriend asking him to rescue me. He did so & as I said goodbye to Liz, I was so crushed by how our friendship had meant nothing to this girl.
In our house, that is known as "being encatted" and is grounds for getting out of doing anything which might disturb said cat.
We rented a photo booth for our reception which did triple-time duty as entertainment, our guest book (there were attendants who pasted the photos into a scrapbook, next to which the guests could write their sentiment) and a favor. We liked it because EVERYONE loves photobooth photos and it is a fun thing that can go on the refrigerator or into a scrapbook if you're into that sort of thing and it doesn't take up a lot of space.
On the breathing front, a tip I read one time was that if you experience a side stitch, try pursing your lips as you breathe out so you really have to force it out. It forces you to tighten up your abs and that helps. I went through a period of time where I couldn't run without getting a side stitch and I found that pursing on my out breaths made a world of difference!
Also, I found this article really interesting and have had great results when I use the technique:
http://www.runnersworld.com/running-tips/running-...
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