...Well as far as a home EPT test anyhow....I'm wondering how many people we tell right off the bat?
And
I haven't even gotten started thinking about a OB yet and the cost
that's going to involve. I cry just thinking about the thousands and
thousands of dollars that's going to run into.
Ok ok, so I
emailed the pic of Gareth with the EPT test to Christina and Bobbie
already. But I'm worried about telling my Mom because she worries about
my health....I'm worried period about my health and that of the baby.
And I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't tell anyone until I get past 20
weeks.
But then, this is me we're dealing with and since when have I ever been able to keep my big mouth shut?
Well
I have enough on my mind anyhow. Gareth is down in Boston interviewing
with a company down there. I'm waiting for him to call me here at work
and let me know he survived the drive down. Truth be known...I sooooo
do NOT want to move any further south than the Maine border with NH. I
hate Boston...I hate the people, I hate how they drive, I hate the
congestion. Well drivers and congestion go hand in hand I guess. They
have to be the rudest and MOST agressive drivers I have ever come
across. And I've driven all over the US. They're even worse than some
English drivers.
Well, I've only driven with one truly mad
English driver....Gareth's older brother Tim! Jayzus! Ya need a helmet
when you're in the car with him. Talk about a Mario Andretti wanna-be!
Well ok, Tim's mad anyhow and really, I wouldn't have him any other
way. My son Matt adores him and is constantly asking about him, but he
will not be in Tim's car anytime soon! I do have a rather sick desire
to see how Tim would handle a BMW or even an Aston on some of our roads
around here. I'm not so sure I'd volunteer to be a passenger in the car
though. Best leave that up to the Stig from Top Gear.
Oh crap,
I've gone off on a tangent. All kidding aside, Gareth's brothers are
just the cat's pajamas! I really love them. I don't know the eldest
one really at all. Kim, Tim and Jim...yeah those are his older
brothers. And then there is Gareth. Thank god they stopped with the
"im" names. What would Gareth have ended up as; Pim, Nim, Bim, or
heaven forbid, Dim????
Well as long as I'm on an tangent...no
wait, I'll create a post about the wake dinner after Pops funeral
tomorrow. I did really get to know his brother Kim and his wife Sandy
and thier daughter Samantha at that....Oi!
I'm at work now and
had best get some actual work done. My clients don't pay me to lollygag
on a blog all day. Although, that would be cool if they did.
Back to work, as soon as I pee again.
