No, really. I'm OK.
And then there was the recent baby scare. I thought Monday that maybe the baby wasn't going to be. I got a call (after spotting) from the doctor's assistant who told me that I had low progesterone levels. It appears I will have to
The things we mothers do for our kids.
On top of the lack of schoolishness and the crazy hormonal issues, we still are not moved completely in to the house. Kev hasn't gotten his first paycheck yet, either. We have a few favorite grandparents (to our children) who have graciously loaned us a few bucks to tide us over. My mom has offered a lot of moral support with me being sicky from the shots (progesterone slows your colon and gives you raging headaches) and she has been a great babysitter. I am wondering when my kids will sleep in their OWN rooms instead of down there in Chickie's room? Right now, the entire upstairs has been just me and Kev... and the cat when she's feeling friendly (with my cat, that is almost an oxy-moron).
This evening, I believe we are going to make one more attempt to get my junk out of storage. Looks sunny enough. I sure will be glad to sleep on my bed again. Hope that the helpers won't be mad that I can't afford the pizza and coke this time around. Tomorrow night we are heading out of town to go chase down a TV, a computer, a laundry hamper, and the mysterious vanishing camera. Hopefully I'll be back Saturday with my in-laws. Do forgive me if I am unable to blog. Just take comfort knowing that I'm thinking about you all... and "mind-blogging" as I go along my busy way. Maybe soon I'll have some pictures in here so you won't feel so neglected.
"I love you, man."
Thanks for sticking out this craziness. You are the best blog-readers. Give yourself a big hug from me.
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