Okay, explain this to me. I do not get showcased for that rocking bathroom on Friday *but* I do yesterday (well, today I mean) just for houses and a window recolor?? How does that make any sense? Can’t complain, but then it hasn’t put in any other suscriptions. About figures. And this month we *really* need the extra money.
I did the dishes. I know, big shock there. I just feel so cruddy all the time. Tired, achey, you name it. I just don’t feel like doing anything. Right now, I have the beginnings of a monster headache. Plus, I know H is going to give me his cold. He’s wiped out right now.
My concern now is that perhaps the progesterone is prolonging a pregnancy that might not be viable any longer. How’s that for sick? I swear, I won’t relax until this baby is born.
My ultrasound is Friday. Less than two days away. Good or bad, my association with progesterone will be over. Two more nights is all. I’m thinking good. I’m going to see a nice, developing baby and all will be well. Positive thoughts, remember? I wonder if I’ll get more pictures. I think Dr. Foulk himself will be doing it. If so, I’ll miss Shannon. She was great. I also wonder if it’ll be an abdominal ultrasound.
This headache is kicking my butt. Signs is on so I’m just gonna kick back here for a while. Things are quiet here and hopefully they’ll stay that way. At least, until K gets home and H wakes up. Geeze, this movie is creepy. I mean, that kid had to kill his DOG!!
