I don't know if I resorted to spoonfuls of hot fudge out of the jar because of PMS or the fact that I had my post D&C dr appt today. Either way, I was hunting--fiercely--for some chocolate and the only thing I could find was the left over hot fudge. And it tasted like heaven. However, I got busted. Mikaela walked in and was ready and willing to follow suit. I tried to give her just the tip of the spoon for a taste, but that chip off the old block wrapped her little two year old mouth around that whole tablespoon. (Um, yeah I was eating it with the BIG spoon. Why waste time??) I made her pinky swear not to tell her brother and wiped her mouth of all evidence. Then we did the evil witch cackle laugh as Kyle shivered with fear in the corner. Not really, he just shook his head as we delighted in a loving, bonding, mother-daughter moment. It was precious.

So all checks out well. Yippee. You can't ever tell that anything happened. On the outside, and well, I guess the inside too. Mentally, well, I was eating hot fudge out of the jar. Actually, I really do feel a lot better. Really I do. As I sat waiting for my dr to come in, I tried to imagine if I were there for an OB appt how I would feel: elated. If I were there for a yearly: not so exciting. I thought that might help me with our future plans. Kyle said that wasn't a fair assessment. I guess he's right. Who looks forward to their yearly? Certainly not me. I especially love it when I get up from the exam table and my butt is imprinted in wrinkled paper. That's attractive. "Here sat my butt" for all to see. TMI? Oh well. :)