I bid you adieu, ahem, adios...for a few days
Just wanted to post a quick note to say that the good doctor was able to find the dos's heartbeat at this morning's appt. (And yes, for lack of a better name, this baby is dos, as in two--heck, I mean this is south Florida, just about everyone and their mother speaks spanish here and I say that with no malice intended...truly, after all, the mister, he is of hispanic origin and bilingual :-) ).
So dos the fetus is....
In other news, per the doc, I can use hydrocortisone for my indeterminate leg rash. Don't think I didn't rush out and buy a tube of this nectar of the gods posthaste. Sweet tender mercy.
Now, I am off until Sunday.
And LALALALA, I can't see or hear the fact that there is a tropical storm swirling about in the lesser Antilles right now and predicted to strengthen as it heads towards my neck of the woods by Monday-ish or so....LALALALA, can't hear you universe, can't hear you. Frances, Jeanne, and Wilma are under our belts in the past two years. We've learned much from these ladies (and gained a new roof and new garage door in the process, among other losses/gains) but they are not lessons we want to repeat any time soon.