28 days left.
Last night I discovered that Foxy is deathly afraid of thunderstorms. It would be charming if I wasn’t so dang exhausted. Her impromptu dance party, coupled with a heavy mind, and I’m working on two hours of sleep today.
This whole giving myself shots in the leg thing is wearing me down. No, I don’t mind the needle. I’m quite used to that. But the whole process is rather time-consuming. Where I once had premeasured syringes, I now have to measure precisely the correct dosage. Plus I have to administer the shot every 12 hours. Needless to say, me and my memory are having a hard time remembering that 7pm dosage.
I had a pretty suck-ass weekend. The only bright sides were the surprise visit from Dr. Melly who was in town for an event on Saturday. She had a present for Foxy. How sweet!
On Sunday I had a surprise visit from Baby Keyalus and his momma, uh, Keyalus. That boy is so cute and I got to see him laugh and giggle for the first time. Hard to believe I was just holding him at the hospital as a newborn (what seems like) a few months ago.
My mommy has implemented a no phone zone in my car…all the way from New Jersey. I had planned on doing the same once the baby came, but now she REFUSES to talk to me when I am driving. I only like to talk when I am driving. Guess we’ll be talking less.