blaaaaaaarg and eeeeeeeeeeeee all at once
Just in case you haven't seen this on your flists already:
DAVID COOK HAS RELEASED HIS NEW SINGLE, LIGHT ON
And it is INSANELY AMAZING. No, I mean, AMAZING. And of course, I have already listened to it an embarrassing number of times. No, I refuse to look at itunes and tell you.
affectingly has UPLOADED IT for download here BUT ALSO GO LISTEN TO IT ON THE AOL SITE. BECAUSE THEY ACTUALLY COUNT HITS AND JUNK. AND DAVID SHOULD GET LOTS OF HITS.
David makes me get stuck in caps lock.
Continuing the saga started here...
So I finally went to see a doctor. She did a pap smear and... idk... felt around to see if she felt anything on my ovaries or womb. She said everything looked/felt fine to her. She put me on progesterone and scheduled me for an ultrasound and took three vials of blood for testing. That was last Wednesday. My ultrasound is scheduled for Thursday.
Progesterone (for those of you who, like me, had NO IDEA) is a naturally occurring hormone that, when used the way its being used on me, tricks your body into thinking it's pregnant. So I haven't had my period since Thursday, which is freaking AWESOME, since it's my first break in two months. Except that yesterday I started spotting again, and today I started spotting more. Also I cried at bells yesterday because I had to share my table. Emotional? Me? WHY DO YOU ASK?
Doctor called today to tell me I am slightly anemic and need to start taking prenatal vitamins. Which, so awesome. I mean, really. I know I've been saying I want a kid lately, but I mean a REAL ONE, not a FAKE ONE. UGH UGH UGH.
My friend's mom is going to come with me to the ultrasound, because she's pretty sure it isn't something you should have to do alone. And it kinda sucks having this particular kind of whatever, because I'd love to tell people about it and get some support and prayer, except I'm like WELL I'VE HAD MY PERIOD FOR THREE MONTHS and all the men in the room cringe. The head pastor came into my office today to ask me about my health, since it's his wife that's accompanying me and he heard her mention me and an ultrasound in the same sentence and he figured it didn't mean that I was pregnant. Just. Sooooo awkward.
And that's that. Still haven't watched Heroes, probably won't get a chance to until after my ultrasound on Thursday. Raaawr.
DAVID COOK HAS RELEASED HIS NEW SINGLE, LIGHT ON
And it is INSANELY AMAZING. No, I mean, AMAZING. And of course, I have already listened to it an embarrassing number of times. No, I refuse to look at itunes and tell you.
affectingly has UPLOADED IT for download here BUT ALSO GO LISTEN TO IT ON THE AOL SITE. BECAUSE THEY ACTUALLY COUNT HITS AND JUNK. AND DAVID SHOULD GET LOTS OF HITS.
David makes me get stuck in caps lock.
Continuing the saga started here...
So I finally went to see a doctor. She did a pap smear and... idk... felt around to see if she felt anything on my ovaries or womb. She said everything looked/felt fine to her. She put me on progesterone and scheduled me for an ultrasound and took three vials of blood for testing. That was last Wednesday. My ultrasound is scheduled for Thursday.
Progesterone (for those of you who, like me, had NO IDEA) is a naturally occurring hormone that, when used the way its being used on me, tricks your body into thinking it's pregnant. So I haven't had my period since Thursday, which is freaking AWESOME, since it's my first break in two months. Except that yesterday I started spotting again, and today I started spotting more. Also I cried at bells yesterday because I had to share my table. Emotional? Me? WHY DO YOU ASK?
Doctor called today to tell me I am slightly anemic and need to start taking prenatal vitamins. Which, so awesome. I mean, really. I know I've been saying I want a kid lately, but I mean a REAL ONE, not a FAKE ONE. UGH UGH UGH.
My friend's mom is going to come with me to the ultrasound, because she's pretty sure it isn't something you should have to do alone. And it kinda sucks having this particular kind of whatever, because I'd love to tell people about it and get some support and prayer, except I'm like WELL I'VE HAD MY PERIOD FOR THREE MONTHS and all the men in the room cringe. The head pastor came into my office today to ask me about my health, since it's his wife that's accompanying me and he heard her mention me and an ultrasound in the same sentence and he figured it didn't mean that I was pregnant. Just. Sooooo awkward.
And that's that. Still haven't watched Heroes, probably won't get a chance to until after my ultrasound on Thursday. Raaawr.