Snowmageddon, X-rays, and a bunch'o'misc crap

I am writing from my sofa as I move into day four of my three day weekend. We are having a snow day tomorrow. Third one this school year. I am kind of relieved because that means that Dave (aka the 4-wheel drive Dodge) can take me to the dentist and to my OBGYN for the Essure prelim meeting (more an this in another paragraph). I hate, I mean FLUCKING HATE, driving in snow. It isn't that I can't, it is that no one else can and they are tards and cause accidents and shit like that. I digress. At anyrate, they are coining the term "snowmageddon" for us here in the midwest. It is without a doubt the stupidist term I have ever heard. This means that we have a shit ass ton o' snow and people are flocking out in bad weather on their phones telling relatives in CA, TX, AZ, etc. all about the snow and driving like idiots to tromp in the aisles of Giant Eagle and Walmart to stock up on spam, toilet paper, and milk like it is Y2K again. For fucks sake people. And, that was the longest run on I have ever written...Dr. E from ODU would be mortified and I would be happy to torture her, but I will save that for therapy :)

On a totally, bitching, positive note, Gracyn's left arm is perfect. Well, as perfect as can be. We saw Dr. Popp Friday and I mentioned the cracking to him so he x-rayed her arm and, essentially, it ends at her wrist bone. He did make note that there no bones in her palm yet, which is weird and atypical, but he didn't seem worried about it. So that begged the question of what the hell is in there? Cartilage. So now we know why it hurts like hell when she gets you with it. I am stoked about the news. No underdevelopment or anything is effing awesome and such a relief.

As stated in paragraph one, I have my Essure post op meeting tomorrow at 4 pm. The procedure is scheduled for Monday at 8 am (unless snowmageddon throws a wrench in my plans). It is bittersweet. While we are beyond sure that this is what we want, just knowing that it will be final is a strange feeling. The truth is that I only ever wanted one kid, even when I was married to Mike. It is also true that I, with all of my paranoia, worry about something happening to Gracyn and wanting another kid. Morbid shit, I know, but nonetheless I do.

Fast forward to rewind and talk about something semi-related, but kick ass great. I have been following Mrs. D's blog since 2007. Here is the address: http://babywait.blogspot.com/ And, they have a due date. I cried when I saw that post. Please pray for them. I know that she is extra worried about it falling through because of all that they have been through.

I am ending on a high note.