Nerves

It's nearly 1am.  I was supposed to be in bed awhile ago.  I have an OB appointment n the morning, so I actually have to be up and functional before noon.  For some reason I decided to start a load of laundry at 11:30.  I think I'm nervous about the appointment because I'm convinced there won't be a heartbeat.  I mean, I'm fairly certain I can feel this kid moving around, and you are all aware of how fabulous my hormones have been, but after our loss earlier this year, I don't think I'm going to feel like this is FOR REAL until I'm holding this jelly bean in my arms.  Naturally I also have a feeling that I'm going to feel really stupid tomorrow when the doc finds everything right away and jelly bean is doing fine. 

Tucker has been a lap dog the last 2 days.  I wonder if he is sensing things change or if he is tired of pooping every 2 hours. 

Earlier this week I forgot to make Josh a sandwich twice.  I felt so bad.  Tonight I get my redemption; he asked, "Baby, will you make me a sandwich?"  Oh I was so happy.  I thought he would never trust me with his lunch again.

My client called me Milkshake twice today.  That's four times this week. 

I think Jersey Shore is about the most rediculously entertaining show on TV.  Who else gets away with calling (NOT) fat girls hippopotamusssesss?  Or (NOT SO) ugly girls landmines or grenades?  They fight like cats and dogs and then sit down for a nice family meal.  The girl with HUGE boobs wishes they were naturally smooshed together...Probably my guilty pleasure, but now I'm watching all that crazy stuff on Bravo, too. 

I'm still trying to convince myself there are not little freaking bugs all over me.  No ticks in 2 nights, folks!  Uhhhm not the kind of thing I normally count, but when you find them 2 for 2, you start to think they're raging a war on you.

Anyway.  It's time for this milkshake to make a sandwich.  TGIF!!!