I'm currently sitting in a Gastroenterology office while Mook goes through his endoscopy.
1st: It amazes me what other people in a waiting room will share with you. Whether its because of nerves, they're bored during the wait--some of it is just plain TMI.
2nd: I'm having a weird emotional reaction to being here. Mook had this same procedure done on July 1, 2008.
That was the day I received my 2nd beta that confirmed I was indeed pregnant with O-man (then known as Ron!)
So I don't look much different than I did that day 3 years ago since I was only 4 weeks along-but man-my mental state sure is different. I remember being on cloud 9 that day, and today the wave of heartache that is currently washing over me is so palpable. I want that feeling of being on cloud 9 again...
So strange what memory triggers can bring up more intense reactions/feelings than others. Even seeing a box of Omans tiny baby clothes this morning didn't act as a trigger.
The one thing that does make me keep giggling is wondering what obscene things will be coming out of Mook's mouth in about an hour...his recovery last time brought out quite a loopy side of him and he was *quite* fond of using the F bomb.
I better go...more waiting room stories are being shared. I don't wanna miss these...