SO I paid WAY too much money, even though Andy is about to be laid off, to join a program at my nieces' gym. (Kinda like biggest looser) and then once that is over I'll be checked out myself to make sure I'm not secretly hiding any huge tumors. As we want to start the ball moving later this year for our next baby, God and finances willing, I want to move forward knowing I've done all I can to be prepared to provide for any spirit God sees fit to send me. Cause I know that as much as Sarah loves me, the last thing she needs is for me to drop TWO babies in her lap to raise.
Other things I've considered to deal with the stress (because cancer isn't enough, or having Andy's job stress, or dozens of other things which I could mention which is why I should totally write a book)
- run away to Vegas
- get a perm and dye my hair blonde
- two words - nipple piercing
- go crazy at the gym and win that stupid TV even though just thinking about another TV in my house makes me angry.
- Buy Andy a season pass to six flags so we can all go for free several times this year (DID THIS ONE!)
