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I have absolutely nothing to say.

I’m such a boring human being.

I’ve already noted on most of my favs. I think I’m caught up from all the time I missed.

Did anybody notice that most of the women around here are turning up pregnant again? I’m kinda jealous. I want more kids, but I just don’t know if we should get pregnant again for a while. I’m getting baby lust, I know. I can’t help myself.

Beth, I think you should take a road trip this weekend. I think you should bring those two little men down here and hang out with me. I need to be entertained.

I’m needy. And I’m whiney. And I’m bored. I could go waste all day playing Pogo. I could scrub the floor. I’m tired of cleaning though. The house till looks bad, but Doll’s toys are spread from one end of this house to the other. I always thought that I would make her keep her toys in her room, but its more fun to watch her play with them in here. Its more fun to watch her discover new places to hide the toys. And its really cute when she finds a toy she hid a couple of days ago.

Mom has a doctors appointment tomorrow that I have to take her to. Its with the gynecologist that did her surgery. I can’t imagine what he is going to say, other than you’re healing up just fine.

We are waiting on an appointment with the surgeon to come through. He is going to put a port in her neck because chemo destroys veins. The port will be easier on her. Its just a day surgery that will take a couple of hours. And then the next day she will start the chemo. Is it alright for me to be scared? I know its fine for Mom to freak out and worry, but is it okay for me? Or is that making it about me and being selfish?

The Doll’s party is Saturday at 1:30. I can’t wait. Its going to be all pink and frilly. I need to go and order her a cake. I was told that if you order her cake at Albertson’s, they give her a free little cake to dive into. I should go check that out. Wonder if its on their website? Hmm…

I can’t believe I haven’t said anything, Doll walks. She walks everywhere. I haven’t seen her crawl at all for two days now. And she claps for herself when she gets where ever she is going. And then you have to clap so she will stop clapping. If we don’t clap she growls at us. I think she thinks she is a dog. Crazy child.

I bought her a training potty. It’s a toy now. I figure she can get used to it. Somebody thought I was crazy, but I think its smart to show her. She stops and squats when its poopy time. Maybe I can get her trained before she is two. Wishful thinking. I just really don’t want her to be like Jesse. He was sooo hard to potty train. It took till he was three and I was six months pregnant to get him done. I really, really don’t want to go through that again.

Wow, for not having anything to say I’ve rambled on for a while.

God, I’m soo bored. I’m going to go look up survivor stories now. They make it easier to deal with. I’ll probably be back to ramble on some more later.

Y’all take care and hug those babies tight.

Mandy

Ovarian cancer: It whispers, so listen.