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There’s nothing quite as fun as having your doctor called out to deliver a baby just as your appointment has finally started. Well, except when you are sitting in a cold room with no pants on and a thin sheet draped over your legs. That definitely makes it more fun – not!
So, now you know how my morning went. Seriously, the fun never ends around here!
Oh, but wait! There’s more!
While I was waiting for my doc to return, they went ahead and put me in the sono room where it was determined that I do indeed have another ovarian cyst. I pretty much knew that was the case. This isn’t my first go-round. I had two massive cysts removed when I was 19, and another fairly large one last September. This time around it isn’t as large, but instead I have a cluster of smaller cysts.
After the sono, I had to wait again to talk to my doctor. When she finally came to the room, she told me that this won’t require surgery (whew!), and that we can treat it by a change in medication. I go back in three months for another sono to check everything out. Hopefully, that will be the end of it.
I finally left the doctor’s office at 12:40, almost 3 1/2 hours after my original appointment time.
It’s a good thing that I really love my doctor, otherwise I would have been a bit annoyed.
Would you believe that in the five years that I’ve had children, we’ve never carved a pumpkin? I think maybe it was the idea of big knives and tiny little fingers that didn’t sit too well with me. We usually buy pumpkins, but have painted, drawn with markers, and plastered them with Halloween stickers in previous years. For some reason, I decided that this was the year we were actually going to do some cutting.
We ended up with three pumpkins big enough to carve, so Evie and Zach both picked out their own designs and I left the third one for Hubby. Evie wanted a “sad face” and Zach picked out a haunted house design from a template book we had.
Evie was quite happy with her sad face pumpkin, even though we had to leave the nose out because there wasn’t enough room.
Zach’s haunted house came out pretty good too, although my hands were cramping quite a bit by the end (I still am not ready to hand the knives over!).
Then we waited and waited for Daddy to finish his spider web design. When they were all finally finished, we took them outside and lit them up. The kids really enjoyed this part.
I’m pretty sure we’ll be doing this every year from now on.
Apparently, this is what I get when I pick the kids up and surprise them with a quick trip to the park:
(I don’t know why his teeth and lips are blue! He came home from school like that.)
I also have realized that I’m getting much more comfortable shooting my camera in manual mode. Twice in the last week I’ve tried to use the little point-n-shoot that I carry in my purse and I’ve been completely frustrated because I couldn’t change ALL the settings to get what I wanted. Out of the 20 or so pics I snapped this afternoon, only about five turned out okay and even those needed a good amount of editing. I’m finding more and more that I just wish I would carry my good camera everywhere with me.