You can always count on that.
So how’s everything going, Shep?
The one constant of life.
Things are good. Meredith’s about ready to pop.
Don’t get me wrong, the big boobs are pretty high up there.
Aha, knew you were in there somewhere!
This might surprise you, but the face. I’ve been working with James for a while. He’s a cool kid.
Consider me…proud of you Mark. You’re growing up.
Growing skin for babies, helping a kid fix his face, and giving a woman really big boobs. I’m doing all these things today. Whoever says Plastics isn’t a good specialty is an idiot.
Which one are you most looking forward to?
"Easy for you to say. You don’t have a stomach the size of a watermelon, and a uterus that’s being kicked in repeatedly." She couldn’t help but smile a little at Derek’s words to their son, and she began to relax slightly as the movement inside of her calmed even more. "He’s stopped," she said with a sigh of relief. "Finally. Thank you." She picked up half of her sandwich and held it out to her husband. "Here. I bet you haven’t eaten yet with all of that paperwork."
"I for one am very glad I don’t have a uterus." Derek grinned across at Meredith, raising an eyebrow at her. He smiled and nodded leaning back as she mentioned he’d stopped. "Not long now, he’ll be with us soon." Derek murmured. He took the sandwich from her and nodded. "Ever since Nel…Jim died, it’s been so busy. He was doing so much of my work for me."
"He can’t understand what I’m saying," she huffed, "and I wouldn’t mind him kicking but not when I’m at work." Meredith shifted as Derek placed his hand on her stomach, looking down with a slight grimace. "keep talking, it’s working…"
"He can probably understand the tone of voice. And moaning at him probably isn’t appreciated." Derek teased gently, giving Meredith a small grin. He looked back down at her stomach and spoke to her belly once more. "I know you’re getting big and strong in there but I cannot wait to meet you. I’m your Daddy and you have a big sister, Zola. And a dog called Dog. Quite unoriginally."
Wow, when was the last time you spend a day at home? But no it’s not, daytime tv is awful.
It’s been years Nina. I can get you some dvds if you’d rather?
You’re a brain surgeon, no wonder you’re not bored. Try being a patient for a couple of months and then see how easily you get bored.
Is daytime tv not okay?
Is it just me or is this place even more boring than usual?
I miss Hannah she’d always come up with some way to liven the hospital up when it got like this.
Boring? I think not. But quiet, maybe.