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We are so overwhelmed at work that the *Powers that Be* decided we needed to have a "workload summit" - please fill out the attached forms... I kid you not! :eek::rolleyes:
How about I just work on my projects than fill out briefing forms on all my projects, including the long dormant ones where I'd have to hunt down the info? Oh, and did I mention that since someone has left, and her work load has been distributed amoung 3 of us, I'm currently filling 1.3 FTEs? (full time equivalents)
ARRRGGG. :mad:
yes, in this economy, I should be thankful I have a job. I just happen to think it is absolutely ludicrous to spend hours filling out briefing forms about my heavy work load for a "work load summit." :eek:
Still no baby, but things are finally moving along...I've been banished to the hotel, since the 3 yo is asleep in his own bed. I think there will be a birth by midnight! :)
Karen
Baby is here! YAY! Now for a rest!
Karen
Woohoo! Congratulations Grandma! Give us an update AFTER you've had your rest! :D
I don't think I'll ever be a grandma....
Of course, the thought that I am even saying this kind of is weird.
I still feel 16.
Well, here's a blurry cell phone pic. He was born at home, with no complications. 9 lbs! :) (What a woman!) She kept the placenta in a little longer than usual (about 4 hours), so we went to the hospital for about an hour, where it decided to make its appearance before they could stick her with a needle, or even get her admitted. We left then AMA because she didn't want any part of the hospital!
Baby Jack, and his mama! :)
Karen
ROFL.
Many women who home birth do freeze the placenta, to be "recycled". A group of my friends wanted to bless my new house by planting a tree, and one of them donated the placenta from her last child, which had been in her freezer too long. We put it in the bottom of the hole and it fed the tree.
Some women consume the placenta, but we don't need to get into that!
Karen
That's a BIG baby! Congratulations! He's very cute!
OK, I'm going to tell a really gross story. You've been warned.
About 17 years ago, one of my coworkers had a miscarriage. She caught it in a salsa jar, so she could take it to her doctor (for some reason she thought he'd be interested in seeing it.) To this day, no one in my office can mention salsa without someone else remembering this story and everyone getting grossed out all over again.