Keep Home: Travel Is Overrated. Some moiety of my reluctance to travel is because of the ludicrousness that is sheer of: flights frequently requires an amount of absurdity you’d otherwise find just in a banana republic or Kafka novel.

Keep Home: Travel Is Overrated. Some moiety of my reluctance to travel is because of the ludicrousness that is sheer of: flights frequently requires an amount of absurdity you’d otherwise find just in a banana republic or Kafka novel.

We f any such thing makes me feel just like a complete stranger into the strange land that is contemporary life, it is an answer We made after turning thirty: i am going to fly only if excellent circumstances arise. I’m an oddity over here within my one-woman zone that is no-fly as it is glaringly obvious from the dating website I’m on. Forget about loving dogs; “must love travel” is the sine qua non for today’s solitary individual. Then he’ll surely proclaim he’s looking for a “partner in crime” who wants to “see the world” with him if a user hasn’t listed “passport” as one of the six items he can’t live without. Otherwise, he’ll post photos of himself atop a particular mountaintop that is peruvian. (“How come it looks like most of the women on this website have actually the exact same pic of these on Macchu Picchu?” a man published to inquire of me personally recently. “Does OkCupid have a photographer up there?”)

In January alone, U.S. businesses cancelled 49,000 routes and delayed 30,000, impacting 30 million tourists whom racked up $2.5 billion in associated expenses—presumably for resort rooms, cabs and crisis phone sessions with shrinks so that you can keep sanity that is basic. (The irony is that most those fossil-fuel-guzzling 747s help to ground on their own, by leading to international warming.)

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OH but hold on what is that, another sac I hear you say?

OH but hold on what is that, another sac I hear you say?

Penny the miracle worker believes that this is a normal occurance with twin B and that two babies will be born in December

I’d booked us into the same place that had done my lining scans, one because it’s right near Matt’s work, two we were familiar with them and three they were a lot cheaper than a hospital.

We arrived separately , me with a full bladder (this is for an outside scan but I’d been so used to internal scans I just stripped and assumed the position and then realised that it was on top of my stomach) which amused Matt and the sonographer no end. There it was, a sac with a embryo, bang on date, 7 weeks and 3 days and a very loud, healthy heartbeat………. Yep twin B was certainly there but measuring a week behind twin A with only a flicker of a heartbeat and a slow one at that. I then had to empty my bladder so that an internal scan could be done (now we were on familiar ground!) so she could see a little clearer. So the upshot is that we need to scan again in two weeks to see if that twin has caught up and is surviving, otherwise it will just be absorbed into the uterus, I believe the terminology is vanishing twin syndrome. Continue reading