Just, whatever.

I have a doctor appointment for Thursday, and I have the name of a specialist at the ready so that said doctor can refer me.  THANK GOD Bryan found a specialist that takes Medi-Cal.  When we first started calling around some asshat told us that gynos won't take Medi-Cal unless the woman is pregnant.  Jackass.

I'm super stressed out about a multitude of things, so I've thrown myself into a couple of projects.  I added some kick ass bibs to my store, and I've been cooking and cleaning like a fiend.  Because fiends like to clean, I guess.

Now, I'm going to go take a nap.  You can take one, too, after you check out the new shit in my store.  Word.

Comments

[Mama C-ta]

{{{HUGS}}} Oh hun, I'll be thinking about you. Hang tough.

[Carol]

I'll be thinking of you tomorrow. Let us know as soon as you get home okay?

[Candice]

Ya know my mum got all over my case because we don't use bibs. I just take Cole's shirt off. And when she asked why, I told her that bibs are useless, the shirt gets dirty anyway, and now you just have TWO things to wash. Your bibs are gggrrreeeeaaat!