I am so happy you are in my tummy, although I wish you didn’t kick out QUITE so many hormones.

The nurse was super nice.  She was also super encouraging, stating that if it got any WORSE I would have to hit up the ER, but until then, I could be at home. (Come on, bladder.  Pee!)

And she wrote me a note.

I have never been so happy to have a note.

Keep on, keepin’ on…trying goldfish crackers and the fiesty, yet necessary, water.

P.S.  Hey, GB!  When you no longer look like a gecko, I will come up with a new name for you.  In return, please stop kicking Mommy’s butt.  Deal?  Deal.