Tomorrow

4 large bowls of spaguetti, 1 lasagna, 1 loaf of bread, 1 bag of blue corn tortilla chips, 1 container of cocunut kefir, 25 episodes of Desperate Housewives, 12 episodes of House, 1/2 container of dark chocolate covered almonds, 1 soy chai latte, and about 145 hours laying in bed eating and watching TV, I get to go back to the OB so he can check for a heartbeat.

I think these have been the 6 longest days of my life.

For those who know me, you know patience is not my strongest suit. In fact if you know me you know patience is NOT one of my qualities. I may be kind, loving and beautiful but PATIENT is not something people ever associate with me. Yet I’ve had to be spend 6 days patiently waiting to find out – am I still pregnant? Is there really a baby in there? Am I experiencing cravings, exhaustion, and cramps because I am going to have a baby, or because my body is fooled into thinking there is a baby in there?

Hopefully tomorrow I will find out.

Enough of my pity party – let’s talk about Nathan. While I’ve been hiding in a dark dark room, Nathan’s been having the time of his life. Owen has stepped up like a champ and taken over Nathan’s care. He’s woken up with him in the mornings, taken him out in the afternoons, put him to bed, and even remembered to feed him and give him his meds. And Nathan’s been having a blast. They’ve gone to a pool party, to a gaming convention, to Ihop, to the mall…Nathan’s been lit from the inside out and I can tell he is having a blast.

Please pray that I make it to tomorrow without first exploding into a ball of spaguetti!