I am typing this very quietly so as not to offend the pain gawds.
My back seems to be a lot better today. I did nothing special. But, shhhhhh, don't say anything too loudly or that old lady will move right back into the vertebral column hotel. And that bitch needs to make herself scarce.
Last night I had a whole series of weird birth dreams. Essentially, I was at my IRL gestation (30w2d) and my water broke. I knew that I needed to get to the hospital, but I was completely convinced that without the amniotic fluid in which to float, the baby would crush her own umbilical cord and die. Mr. D kept trying to get me into the car to go to the hospital, but I would have nothing to do with sitting up because I knew that lying on my side was the way to keep the baby alive.
The dream was odd on a few levels, but the strangest was the fact that with Gabe, my water broke first. I was not even the least bit concerned about him crushing the cord now that gravity was pulling him down. Why a smaller, lighter baby would case more distress? Who knows. It's a dream.
Gaming at our house tonight. Cthulhu. Wanna stop by and go insane? Don't worry, Gabe will be busy reading his book.
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Cthulhu is tha bomb. The elder god, I mean. Don't know squat about the game....
PS - Hastur! Hastur! Hastur!
Haven't run into Hastur in a game, yet. I did, however, get to play Arkham Horror: King in Yellow while at Origins. We actually won the game and stomped on Yig thoroughly. Last time I played we were all destroyed.
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