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Incidentally, my mother pulled me aside the other day (after Dave had gone home) with one of those mom looks. You know the one I'm talking about, where the head is dipped down slightly and there's a serious look in the eyes.

"Can we have a mother to daughter talk?" she asked. Oh dear.

"Sure," I said.

She took a deep breath and said, "Bladder infection?"

Oh dear the second. "Yes...?"

"You can get bladder infections from making nookie, I know. Is that what happened?"

Nookie? Did my mother just say nookie?

I nodded.

Another deep breath. "I thought so." And then she surprised me with a smile. "You really should pee before and after messing around. I know you don't pee that much, but you should at least try."

Heh. I told her that I'd already gotten that lecture from the resident at the emergency room, but that she had said just to go after having sex.

"Try to go before and after if you can. You should pee more often anyway."

Trust a mom to notice things like that.

I told her that I was wondering if she'd put two and two together when I mentioned the emergency room trip, and mentioned that both Min and Sammy had caught the connection. "Did... um... Did Daddy make that connection?" I asked.

"No," Mama said. "I don't think he thinks that at all. Of course, neither is he naïve enough to think that Dave sleeps on the couch when he's here, either."

Food for thought.

After a minute, I said, "You know, if you'd said something to me before... Something like, 'You really should pee after having sex,' I might not have had to go to the ER. That would have been useful knowledge."

A shrug. "I thought it was common sense."

Sure it is. "Any other tidbits of wisdom I should know before getting married?"

"If I think of any, I'll let you know," my mom said.

Speaking of weddings, my mother has finished a rough sketch of my wedding dress. She cobbled the design together from bits of patterns that I liked: sleeves, skirt, bodice, neckline. And guess what? I like it!

I would post the picture here, but I'm afraid Dave would look at it. And I can't have that! grin So you'll have to wait along with him to see the finished product.

...Which brings up another point I want to talk about: what I'm going to do about the journal during the wedding and the Big Move. I have some thoughts on the subject, but it'll have to wait for another time. I'm at work, and I have to leave in a few minutes to go pick up those Polish fuckers.

(I'm getting really sick of Poles, just so you know. Although I really shouldn't complain, since the special trips we're doing for them is giving me some really nice hours for my paycheck. But I don't have to like it.)

Late addition: Ok, so they're not so bad. They bought me candy and a pop because I'm "cool."