We are a little over a week away from the Big Day (November 4th is both Election Day and Surgery Day, a doubly big day). She has made it through TWO FULL WEEKS of school and is drinking all of her Pediasure every day and it makes me wonder if we're doing the right thing. Of course we are. I can't make a major decision based only on this glorious moment in the sun, but parental guilt and torment know no reason. Letting someone cut into your child is definitely guilt and torment inducing. Isn't it fun to be me?!
Guess what? It is time for exams. AGAIN. A&P II lecture exam on Tuesday, Microbiology Lab exam on Wednesday (written this time, not practical), and I'm also going to have to take Microbiology lecture EARLY, as in this week, because it will be given while I'm in the hospital with KayTar next week. As soon as I get back, it will be time to take an A&P II practical on all the veins, arteries, and internal organs. You're jealous, aren't you?
I'm going to be on the news and it is freaking me out!
Self-explanatory, really. I'm going to be on the local news and it is freaking me out! I thought the interview part was nerve wracking, but this is much worse. I'm becoming increasingly convinced that I must have said something stupid and it will be the ONLY part they play. I can't actually remember saying anything stupid, but it doesn't make me any less sure that I will look like an ass on television. Oh, the glamorous life.
Hindsight is 20/20.
Last night Josh and I watched an old video of the kids. The video started at the Christmas before KayTar was born (I was about seven months pregnant and BubTar was about six months shy of three years old) and ended when she was six or seven months old. We were shocked at how coordinated BubTar was, how he could run and jump and walk on GRASS! He didn't sit in a W! We were shocked that he was capable of having real conversations. We were shocked that he was just about outgrowing pajamas that KayTar is barely growing into. HE WAS A WHOLE YEAR YOUNGER! We were somewhat less surprised to see KayTar spontaneously gag, gag, gag, VOMIT as an newborn. We were also not surprised to see her stuck on her back at six months of age, not holding her head up, not doing much of anything, while her similarly aged cousin crawled and sat and rolled and made eye contact. At one point KayTar made a cooing noise and I said, "Did you hear that? She said, 'Start me in developmental therapies now, please!'" Ha. Hindsight is a HOOT!