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Weird things make me throw up like if I don't blow my nose quickly enough or if there is a sudden change in temperature or if I laugh too hard.
I head to CT today for my mom's retirement thing. I was stressing so much over this speech thing. The other night, I couldn't sleep and I was lying there thinking about my Gram and how mean my mom was to her at the end. I started thinking, "why the hell would I want to make a speech for her." And maybe the answer is guilt, but I'm not sure. So I didn't prepare anything and I am secretly hoping my brother will just say something, otherwise I'll just thank everyone for being there and wish my mom good luck. Something about being short and sweet is massively appealing when it comes to a speech.
Before I head to CT, I go to the heart doc to have an echocardiogram. I've been putting it off for a couple of years now and since my little stowaway is about 4 inches long now, I figured I should just make sure the ticker is still up to speed, especially since it's been acting all floopie lately. Someone said something about my having to take a bunch of antibiotics before he's born too and I just need the doc to say, eh don't worry about it.
The dogs are coming with me to CT and I'm hoping Pop Tart doesn't act the diva on the train. She's a pill sometimes.
I head to CT today for my mom's retirement thing. I was stressing so much over this speech thing. The other night, I couldn't sleep and I was lying there thinking about my Gram and how mean my mom was to her at the end. I started thinking, "why the hell would I want to make a speech for her." And maybe the answer is guilt, but I'm not sure. So I didn't prepare anything and I am secretly hoping my brother will just say something, otherwise I'll just thank everyone for being there and wish my mom good luck. Something about being short and sweet is massively appealing when it comes to a speech.
Before I head to CT, I go to the heart doc to have an echocardiogram. I've been putting it off for a couple of years now and since my little stowaway is about 4 inches long now, I figured I should just make sure the ticker is still up to speed, especially since it's been acting all floopie lately. Someone said something about my having to take a bunch of antibiotics before he's born too and I just need the doc to say, eh don't worry about it.
The dogs are coming with me to CT and I'm hoping Pop Tart doesn't act the diva on the train. She's a pill sometimes.