Odds are we gonna be alright.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Whims
I bought and ate from my own personal pumpkin pie today. Twice.
I ran the Chinese gender chart.
According to ancient traditions and the zits on my chin, it's a girl.
I ran the Chinese gender chart.
According to ancient traditions and the zits on my chin, it's a girl.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Life without my Crazy Meds
Dammit, I love me some crazy meds.
And just like that, we shut them all down. Three of them. High doses. Well, according to the OB's panic in her face they were freakishly high, but I will not allow myself to speak for her.
Rar. I am a real fucking joy to live with right now. Heaven help the poor bastard that unwisely chooses to splash in my bathtub.
Anxiety? Me? 25 days until next u/s. Might was well be next year.
Whatever took Mannie, the one-chance-in-several-million, rears it's head again. It spooks me with my increased chances of several-chances-in-several-million. These are my rough numbers, not the official ones from the genetic counselors. Maternal Fetal Medicine is at my disposal should I want to pick those scabs. Benefits of BLM. Huh.
And they took my zit medicine too. It really just might be a tumor today.
And just like that, we shut them all down. Three of them. High doses. Well, according to the OB's panic in her face they were freakishly high, but I will not allow myself to speak for her.
Rar. I am a real fucking joy to live with right now. Heaven help the poor bastard that unwisely chooses to splash in my bathtub.
Anxiety? Me? 25 days until next u/s. Might was well be next year.
Whatever took Mannie, the one-chance-in-several-million, rears it's head again. It spooks me with my increased chances of several-chances-in-several-million. These are my rough numbers, not the official ones from the genetic counselors. Maternal Fetal Medicine is at my disposal should I want to pick those scabs. Benefits of BLM. Huh.
And they took my zit medicine too. It really just might be a tumor today.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
My other update
Just unloading here. Sigh. It looks like my guy Huck has cancer.
He's in surgery today, biopsy to follow.
Thyroid cancer. Quite rare in dogs, accounting for less than 2% of tumors. Very aggressive.
Jay is learning his body parts. I hear his voice say, "Eye. Eye." I look down and Jay's fat little finger is jammed under Huck's eyelid, up to the end of Jay's finger. Good boy, Huck. Just stood there serving as an eye model for his brother.
Children before the children. Only you guys get what these animals mean to us. Hard to get understanding on this side of the keyboard.
Just a dog. Yeah, sort of.
He's in surgery today, biopsy to follow.
Thyroid cancer. Quite rare in dogs, accounting for less than 2% of tumors. Very aggressive.
Jay is learning his body parts. I hear his voice say, "Eye. Eye." I look down and Jay's fat little finger is jammed under Huck's eyelid, up to the end of Jay's finger. Good boy, Huck. Just stood there serving as an eye model for his brother.
Children before the children. Only you guys get what these animals mean to us. Hard to get understanding on this side of the keyboard.
Just a dog. Yeah, sort of.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Carry on, Warrior.
Looks like we are just past 8 1/2 weeks.
Normal heart rate, which I heard over the speakers this morning. I saw the little figure before I saw the heartbeat and panicked, but she found it quickly.
I have taken 3 pregnancy tests since we last spoke.
ps - Title homage to Glennon Melton, my favorite. Please enjoy her with me here.
Normal heart rate, which I heard over the speakers this morning. I saw the little figure before I saw the heartbeat and panicked, but she found it quickly.
I have taken 3 pregnancy tests since we last spoke.
ps - Title homage to Glennon Melton, my favorite. Please enjoy her with me here.
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