Life is interesting around here. No two days are the same, that's for sure. And still, I suck at blogging. I realized this because I forget my password every time. Typepad sends it to me and I slap my forehead because then I remember it. Duh...
Leigh had an ultrasound on Saturday. Her HCG - human something something - pregnancy hormone - was high and they wanted to make sure her due date was accurate AND that there was only one baby in there. As a mother of twins who HAD a husband when they were little, I was terrified and speechless at the idea of her dealing with twins alone while babydaddy finishes college 60 miles away. But, all is well. All the hatchling's parts are where they're supposed to be, although some parts were hidden, so the gender remains a mystery. (I'm hoping for a girl for the purpose of pure revenge in a decade or so. bwahaha.
Jack and I had an awesome weekend. I dressed up - why do guys never dress up - including a new pair of cheap - inexpensive AND sleazy - heels and a blouse that is enough too tight for me that in spite of my breast reduction actually provides cleavage!
We went to a Mexican restaurant and had a jumbo margarita each. I don't know what this place uses for mix, but these are the smoothest margs I've ever had. (They're also 11 bucks apiece, so that won't be a frequent watering hole. Plus, if it tastes that good, the mix must be really sweet.
Speaking of sweet, I've been off sugared soda for 10 days. Giant "yea!" for me. That was a really stubborn monkey on my back for a really long time. I can't say that I actually like diet soda, but if there's no Crystal Light or the like, or if I need some caffeine, it will suffice.
Not coincidentally, I have dropped 8 pounds in that 10-day period. Cool.
I'm having my abdominoplasty scar redone. The surgeon - who shall remain nameless so I don't get busted for libel because he did such a crappy job! - pulled the skin too tight, or didn't suture it right or something, and it stretched. (This is the vertical, upper abdominal scar.) In a couple of places it's over an inch wide.
Aesthetics notwithstanding, it pulls and even hurts sometimes. I have an appointment with my DS surgeon this afternoon to schedule a scar revision with him. Since it's a fairly minor procedure, unless he finds something weird under there, I don't think it'll be a problem to get this scheduled fairly soon. I'm excited - mostly for the aesthetics. Part of the scar is textbook. It is a very fine line, barely lighter than my glaringly white belly. So I know this isn't some bizarre flaw in my skin. It'd be pretty weird to have perfect scars everywhere else on my bod and have this one be disfigured. The guy screwed up: plain and simple.
I dropped my legal assistant internship because I don't know how long I'll be recovering. The guy I was going to intern with is a complete ass anyway, so I'm not shedding any tears over this development. I wasn't going to finish the course work until winter anyway, so putting this off a year isn't a big deal.
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Jack and I did the budget last night. Waaaaaaaaaaay depressing. Enough said there.
So I'm going to put a budget together now. I'm way excited. NOT!
What a way to spend the afternoon, huh?
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