...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.
