…because I can’t seem to stay up past 9 anymore.
Hopefully I’ll be starting on Zoloft tomorrow. Oh, and last Friday’s OB visit went fine. They wouldn’t do a quick ultrasound (no time), but they did hear the baby’s heartbeat, and have put in a request for a level 2 ultrasound to be performed in Cambridge, just to rule out some of the things that went on with Sawyer. So we might be able to find out the sex of baby popcorn in a couple of weeks! Of course they might also see a bunch of stuff that will drive me crazy with worry but will all work out in the end (a la Sawyer again) :). Or they might tell us something that won’t work out in the end, but I think we’ve established that we do better with hard situations when we are prepared. We’re like the boy scouts that way.
We had a snow day today! Who knew that in England, where it is regularly below freezing in the winter and rains all the time, that they wouldn’t have snow removal equipment, or grit for the roads? This would have been good news for Noah, since he didn’t have to go to school. Unfortunately, he had to go to the doctor instead, along with the rest of the family.
- Noah has walking pneumonia
- Sawyer’s nose is so packed full of boogers that he can’t move any air through his nostrils
- Emmett has some enlarged, firm, fixed lymph nodes behind his ear. Our doctor isn’t sure, but TB and ummm, lymph node biopsies are on his differential and to do lists. Fantastic.
Mike and I were only there as chauffeurs, but he has the stomach flu, and I’ve been feeling a little nausous myself all day.
But I think what qualifies as the best part of today is when I was driving the kids home this evening, in fog so thick I couldn’t see 5 feet in front of the car, and someone hit our side mirror and knocked it off. Ok, in the interest of full disclosure, it was probably at least half my fault, because I tend to hug the center of the road when its really foggy and there aren’t any shoulders on the road, but there are really big, deep ditches. But it is hard to tell what the center is when there aren’t any markings on the roads at all. Welcome to England baby…at least our part of England.
Note to spring: PLEASE HURRY!!!!
Ok, going to bed now.