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The Official Countdown is off and running…  Baby #2 (aka: Mr2) will be arriving in less than 2 weeks.

I wanted to write the funny story about the day I thought my water broke.  It didn’t.  I’ll let you guys guess what really happened to me.

I wanted to write the funny story about the results of my pre-birth brazilian wax.  I’ll say that my already sensitive skin + pregnancy skin sensitivity + the application of hot wax don’t really go well together.  If you should ever find yourself in this situation, I’ll share my secret to quick healing with you…  BALMEX.  (Of course, it helps that I’ve already got stashes of balmex all over my house.)  My doctor even commented on my resourcefulness.

I wanted to write happy-go-lucky things about my darling son.  I wanted to impress you with his ability to communicate using a combination of sign language and speech.  I wanted to tell you all the funny words he says.  I wanted to make you laugh at his brilliant application of animal sounds. 

I wanted to write about my unborn child.  How I’m tired of being a crabby preggo and I’ve adopted a new cheerful outlook.   I feel guilty about my negativity toward the physical hardships that have come with this pregnancy.  I can’t wait to meet my Mr2.  I’m so glad that in less than 2 weeks, I’ll actually get to hold him for the first time.  To tell him his name.  To introduce him to his big brother.

I wanted to write all that stuff.

Today has not been my day however. 

Today my daddy went to the doctor to get himself checked out.  (He was supposed to have some things looked at last year, but then my mommy got sick and blah blah blah… he skipped the follow-up.)  He called me not to tell me that everything is fine and that he got a clean bill of health.  He called to tell me that his doctor wanted him to check himself in to the hospital today.  There will be testing done tomorrow.

I spent the whole day trying not to think about what might be wrong with him.  That kind of thinking wouldn’t do me any good.

Of course, one of the possible illnesses they might find is stomach cancer.  Which is one part of the scenario that killed my mommy.

My brain kept saying:

• you’re giving birth in two weeks!
• your mommy just died!
• one more thing and you’ll crack!

Of course, it could be as minor as an ulcer…who knows.

So, he’ll get scoped tomorrow and then we’ll have a better idea of what we’re dealing with.

Thank goodness it’s Friday tomorrow…I see my grief counselor tomorrow night.