Scarletfever
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Jack's agent liked the tweet of her resting in the hammock earlier. Must be reassuring for Jack to know she's reading!
Thread title suggestionMy god, it has actually happened.
SHE CLEANED HER NAILS
Literal moronsWho the duck puts voltarol on their face??
Literal morons
I had this thought too. The problem with Jack watching is I still wonder if it’s me that has completely misunderstood. The cabal provides me with much needed reassurance that it’s not me!What good would a teething necklace do for a rash?
Actually, don't bother answering.
People who appreciate dramatic effect. She knew what would happen, she KNEW.Literal morons
Perhaps that’s where you’re going wrong hun...
My favourite bit of Jack nonsense may be this:
The most minor of minor ailments - rashes, ouchy mouths, splinters - lead to sleepness nights howling in agony, consuming the entire contents of her medicine cabinet, attempting herbal remedies, seeking medical attention, etc, etc.
And yet she was SILENT throughout her THIRTY-HOUR LABOUR, which culminated in her watching her own caesarian.
I am childfree and have never experienced the feeling of an entire human being angrily attempting to exit my body, but my friends who are mothers assure me that it is no walk in the park.
Apologies dear heart it was just too temptingOi! Gerroutta my niche!
It does look sore, and is far more convincing that the black eye. I hope it isn't self inflicted to get out of the book deadline.A tech failure and a hurty face? You spoil us, dear heart!
Do we have a list of illness’s, injuries and dramatic events to coincide with every “literal” deadline or job she’s ever booked? mysterious cough, glass in foot, glittery black eye, ouchy mouth...It’s all a blur.
I have a v high pain threshold. You literally cannot stay silent during labour unless you’re drugged up to the eyeballs and don’t know what’s going on. I didn’t scream with any of mine, but did make plenty of noise. You have to breathe it out like a mooing cow, your entire body convulses with spasms that are physically pushing a (to use the Friends quote) pot roast out of your vagina. A c-section is equally as crappy if it’s an emergency, in fact is probably worse, because there have been complications that led up to it being necessary during the already painful active labour. No way that this head, who was bawling about a splinter, was silent. No way, no how.My favourite bit of Jack nonsense may be this:
The most minor of minor ailments - rashes, ouchy mouths, splinters - lead to sleepness nights howling in agony, consuming the entire contents of her medicine cabinet, attempting herbal recipes, seeking medical attention, etc, etc.
And yet she was SILENT throughout her THIRTY-HOUR LABOUR, which culminated in her watching her own caesarian.
I am childfree and have never experienced the feeling of an entire human being angrily attempting to exit my body, but my friends who are mothers assure me that it is no walk in the park.
People who appreciate dramatic effect. She knew what would happen, she KNEW.