So, Dayton has his third surgery on Thursday (third time's a charm, I hope!). It went well, and only took half the time that the others did. This dr seemed to know what he was doing...let's hope it works.
Friday morning, Dayton's Great Grandma died. She was 101. The toughest old bird I've ever met. She push mowed her own lawn until her dr insisted that she stop at age 96. She was pissed. I feel like shit that I didn't want to make the trip up there last month. I just wasn't up to the trip. It's exhausting when I'm NOT pregnant. I tried to talk him into going to the funeral...I told him if he wanted to go, I'd drive. But he doesn't think he can do it.
This weekend an old friend came to visit. We had fun. Of course, I couldn't leave Dayton...so we just sat around shooting the shit, then she hung out with another old friend, and then we all watched Paranormal Activity last night. Am I the only one who was utterly terrified the first time I saw that movie? It wasn't too bad this time, until the ending...that still scared the hell out of me.
Meanwhile, my second baby appointment is on Thursday. It's the really fun appointment with all the tests and bloodwork...woo (note sarcasm)! Then SATURDAY is my birthday. *gag* Can I just comment on how old I feel? Olllllllld...almost a quarter of a century old...and I feel like I've done nothing with my life. How depressing.
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