Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
the fountain
a close-up:
(there's a good reason none of these shots are of William: he was holding onto my neck the whole time. It's also the reason all the pictures of from the same angle.)
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
late pregnancy FAQ
q: Hey, Liz! How's it going?
a: um, seriously? are you seriously asking me this? Look at me. How do you think it's going?
q: Oh! So, uh ... I guess that means you're in some pain.
a: Some pain. Right. Sure. Yes. Some. We'll go with that.
q: Well, how much longer til the baby comes?
a:
q:Oh, hey, that's getting close! Really close!
a: ha ha ha, SAYS YOU.
q: Well, at least you know your Doctor will induce you when your date gets close.
a: Right. Which makes me think I'll probably end up overdue. Thank you for the most uncomforting thing you could possibly say to me.
q: Listen, your bitter and sarcastic attitude are unbecoming in an expectant mother and kind of making me uncomfortable. Do you think you could ... relax, or something?
a: no.
q: Oh. Well, just an idea. I thought maybe less whining would help you cope with these last weeks.
a: Maybe less whining would help you cope with your stupid ugly face.
q: ... That was hurtful. And unnecessary.
a: Sorry. I have a lot of hormonally-induced hostility. Your face is not at all stupid or ugly. I didn't mean it.
q: Have you sought the help of a mental care professional?
a: Have you sought the help of a qualified plastic surgeon? woops! There I go again! Sorry!
q: I think I'd like to leave. uh, Do you mind if I leave?
a: no, I don't mind. It's easier to wallow in self-pity if you're alone.
q: Ok. Um, well ... bye then!
a: Yes, bye! Let's do this again sometime!
a: um, seriously? are you seriously asking me this? Look at me. How do you think it's going?
q: Oh! So, uh ... I guess that means you're in some pain.
a: Some pain. Right. Sure. Yes. Some. We'll go with that.
q: Well, how much longer til the baby comes?
a:
q:Oh, hey, that's getting close! Really close!
a: ha ha ha, SAYS YOU.
q: Well, at least you know your Doctor will induce you when your date gets close.
a: Right. Which makes me think I'll probably end up overdue. Thank you for the most uncomforting thing you could possibly say to me.
q: Listen, your bitter and sarcastic attitude are unbecoming in an expectant mother and kind of making me uncomfortable. Do you think you could ... relax, or something?
a: no.
q: Oh. Well, just an idea. I thought maybe less whining would help you cope with these last weeks.
a: Maybe less whining would help you cope with your stupid ugly face.
q: ... That was hurtful. And unnecessary.
a: Sorry. I have a lot of hormonally-induced hostility. Your face is not at all stupid or ugly. I didn't mean it.
q: Have you sought the help of a mental care professional?
a: Have you sought the help of a qualified plastic surgeon? woops! There I go again! Sorry!
q: I think I'd like to leave. uh, Do you mind if I leave?
a: no, I don't mind. It's easier to wallow in self-pity if you're alone.
q: Ok. Um, well ... bye then!
a: Yes, bye! Let's do this again sometime!
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