It's all very matter-of-fact.
Quite obnoxious, I assure you.
She is wearing Hannah Montana clothing from head to toe. Well, the hat and shoes aren't actually Hannah Montana. They're more Hannah Montana-esque. They're inspired by Hannah Montana.
But the shirt, skirt, vest, backpack, lunch bag, hand sanitizer and pencil erasers are Hannah Montana.
The boys are (thankfully!) still sleeping. As I quietly shut the garage door and tried to hang up my keys without making a sound, I heard a grumpy little voice say, "Mommeeeeeeeeeeee."
I stood there, holding my breath, not moving a muscle, praying my knees and/or ankles wouldn't pop. They usually do when I'm trying to be stealthy. It's why I didn't become an assassin.
I sneaked past their room. This time.
Hubs just left to go pick up
*****MEN, YOU MAY WANT TO STOP READING NOW. THERE MAY BE TALK OF UTERUSES (UTERI?) AND CERVIXES AND BABY-MAKERS AND SUCH*****
Tomorrow I'm having a procedure. Not to be confused with surgery.
My checkup after Chubs was born came back abnormal, so they did another delightful procedure (is the sarcasm coming through okay?), which resulted in a biopsy, which resulted in the positive identification of pre-cancerous cells.
So, back to the procedure. They'll be cutting out all those weird cells. Should be completely painless and quite enjoyable. Cough. Sputter. Cough. Unfortunately, since I'm nursing Gigantor, I can't take the Xanax my doc would normally prescribe a patient having this procedure.
So I think I'll just show up drunk.
After this, I get to go back every three months (Yay me!) to double-check that the pre-cancerous cells are gone and not coming back.
I think the next step is a cone biopsy (which will have to be done in a hospital under anesthesia) and then a hysterectomy. Since we're not completely sure we're completely done having babies, the doc doesn't want to do a hysterectomy.
So, if I were finished having babies, I'd be having a hysterectomy??? I don't really want to think about that. I also don't want to think about the fact that my aunt died of cervical cancer a few years ago.
So I won't.
Anyway, send big giant prayers this way tomorrow, would you please?