I meant to post yesterday, I really did. But you know how the holidays go. You get busy doing one thing or another and before you know it, you’re passed out on your pillow, hardly able to keep your eyelids open.

So our Fourth was fun. We even managed to see some pretty kickin’ fireworks but wouldn’t you know, I forgot my camera. What a dork. That would have been a great picture opportunity. The show was great and we didn’t really have to battle any crowds to see it, which was a BIG plus in my book.

The big aim today is to pretend everything doesn’t hinge on tomorrow. My appointment is in 24 hours and I will either leave that appointment devastated, the worst appointment ever, or unbelievably relieved, the best appointment ever. I’m trying not to think too much about it but that’s so hard. Maybe I should just go back to sleep. Wake me when the appointment is over. :fc I’m hoping I will be able to post a fabulous ultrasound pic in tomorrows post and regale you with the wonderful tale. :fc

The spotting is strange. See, it slowed up Friday night and by the time I went to bed, it was pretty much gone. Gone all day Saturday too. I was so encouraged, I took a walk with K and H that night around the block like we usually do. Sunday morning? Spot. Again. But it faded during the day and by bedtime, was gone. Thank goodness! There was a little again Monday morning but then it went away as the day wore on. Same thing so far today. I have no idea why its doing that, other than to give me palpatations.

This kid is SO grounded.