CHILL PILL PLEASE!
But only if I can stop eating long enough to drive there. Seriously. I do not understand how something the size of a kidney bean can make me soo hungry.
I, of course, am worried about a million things, some justified, like, no heartbeat, some, not so justified, like the Dr. sticking the wand inside me and exclaiming, “No! Look! We were wrong! There are 16 of them! It’s like a uterus full of seahorses!”
Why is it when you are at the point in your life when you could use a glass or three of wine to calm the nerves, that it’s expressly forbidden. Well, and the smell makes me wanna gag. Still! A chill pill! I would love a chill pill! I NEED a chill pill! I still have some vicoden from my dental surgery in the medicine chest (next to the prenatel pills) taunting me, and now I look at them and think “Why The Hell Did I NOT enjoy those When I Could Have?”
And tomorrow, off to chill with my mommy for a week. I expect lots of retail therapy and being glared at by my step-father. Will also be hanging out with my 80 year old grandfather and my kids and will, if things go well today, be telling them that DaddyO and I are pregnant. It’s a little early, but I would like to tell them all in person, and this is my chance.
I will also use this moment to let the 23 year olds hot new live in girl friend know that I will haunt her for the rest of her life if she makes me a grandmother before the one I’m carrying is in High School.