Yeah, it’s a pretty big deal. She’s finally off the magnesium which is a plus. Hopefully her BP stays low enough this morning so we can go home with some outpatient meds. 26 weeks is very early, I can’t imagine having to deliver at that point. I mean... Dunkin is so ubiquitous in the Northeast that I can’t escape it. But if I had to pick, a place called Union Square Donuts is my favorite. They have a bourbon maple glazed donut that is like eating a booze-flavored cloud. It’s a amazing.
Oh is this the idiot board birth stories thread? Planned a home birth. My water broke but it didn’t kick labor off as successfully as it’s supposed to. So after 36 hours of on and off contractions and trying EVERYTHING to get labor to keep going, we finally went in to the hospital. Almost exactly 24 hours later baby made his arrival. Only took a metric fuck ton of pitocin, a brief but glorious morphine nap, 4 hours of transition and 2 hours of pushing to get him here. Clearly there is some kind of design flaw, childbirth is fucked.
Yeah there's a reason so many women used to die from childbirth and related complications. It can be brutal. Thank youuuuu modern medicine.
Does anybody have the ad-supported version of Hulu? Does it interrupt movies with ads, or just play them at the beginning?
Neil's Doughnuts was the best place to get a donut in Connecticut, but Brooklyn Baking Company is probably a close second. There's no where to get a regular donut in Upstate NY, but every farm stand makes the best apple cider donuts in the fall.
Meh. Zero wind, zero motion. Nothing special to see here. This isn’t a boat, it’s geared, so the comparison is invalid. Meanwhile, holy shit: https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/manitoba/cement-sewer-backup-1.6052853 Can you imagine coming home and finding everything stuck in 6” of concrete, and then find out the insurance companies aren’t going to cover you? Needless to say I’m putting in a call to my insurance agent tomorrow to check my coverage for weird scenarios like this.
I imagine this is what @bewildered's husband feels like whenever he comes home to find that she's taken a shit
I know I have good home insurance, considering because of a leak due to snow damming on our roof pipe, I got an entire new roof with architectural shingles with only the measly deductible as the price to pay. Granted the dude falling through our living room ceiling was not exactly a chill moment— and they had their shit here for a MONTH, but the insurance end of the deal was top-notch. Thanks to that fifteen thousand dollar and change save, we bought a trailer this year for a steal.
We were burglarized a number of years ago. Thieves stole a lot of electronics and camera gear. In talking to my parents, friends, basically everyone I knew, the universal sentiment was: "sorry, but this is going to suck. They're going to fight you for everything. It's going to be a nightmare." The adjuster visited us the next day. His first questions were whether he could help us with anything, help us feel safer, whether we wanted to stay somewhere, whether we needed cash up front to buy anything. Then he proceeded to help us take careful and thorough inventory of everything that was missing, helped us make decisions about like-replacements, inevitably recommending more expensive items if there was ever a question, and suggested we go through old photos to make sure we caught everything. Helped us finagle the repairs and replacements so I didn't pay the whole deductible. Even helped me replace something I found months later after the case had already been closed out. That insurance company made a lifelong customer out of me.
Yep. My insurance broker is the same one my parents used. He used to hunt with my dad before I did. ANY issue that has ever come up, they just said, "you OK? get out of the way, let us work..." The folks got flooded out once due to a bad toilet valve in the downstairs... flooded out the home office, flooring, furniture, etc. Dad called up the broker, and within 20 minutes the flood relief guys were here dealing with shit. All of the accounting files were taken to a specialist to be recovered (CRA, Canadian IRS, needed them). Flooring ripped out and replaced. Mould relief was done. It was a a couple of months worth of repairs. Zero rate increase. Made things incredibly easy, which is what insurance is supposed to do. I've heard too many horror stories from people who have to fight their own insurance companies, never mind get dropped after any kind of a claim.
There are a few people who I make a point of befriending... one of them is the insurance guy. Right up there with my banker. Nothing better than being able to call and say "hey, I need insurance on X". "Cool... you're covered... come in tomorrow and we'll sort out the details."
I have a google docs spreadsheet documenting pretty much every thing I own that has a serial number. It took most of a Saturday to put together initially, but I feel a lot better knowing that I have it in case of a fire or burglary.
LOL I love how that is probably a specialized/personalized search result based on your past history with them.
Yeah, exactly. Not exclusively shopping for home decor kind of breaks their stock phrase + algorithm. Is this walmart being sexist? Should I feel offended? Home decorating is kind of a nightmare. I'm told it is supposed to be fun or therapeutic but it just stresses me out.
It it's any consolation, I could totally see you having an electric chicken de-featherer in your living room.