I think my nerves are starting to kick in. I can't stop shaking my foot (though that is fairly common with me), I keep holding my breath, I've been Googling my doctor and the procedure, even though I know everything there is to know.
And I'm not AFRAID of the procedure. I'm not nervous about that.
I'm just nervous. And angry that we have to go through this.
I asked Phoebe to think of me tomorrow at 10:30. Since she was just in Vatican City and has emassed a hearty collection of Italian rosaries (including some blessed by the Popa himself), her thoughts might be a titch closer to God.
I think I'm just talking to talk and to stop myself from thinking.
CONGRATS to the lovely Jenn Terror! Another awesome chick to find out she has a bun in the oven! That brings the tally of pregnant people I know to NINE! She's already a wonderful mother and I'm so excited for her! I know that she and her hubby we're hoping for this. HOORAY JENN!
20.75 hours to go.