We got good reports all around today. Logan's eyes are right where they need to be for an eight-month old. I shed a few unnecessary tears because I underestimated his charm. The doc was able to distract him enough to see what she needed. . . no swaddling or prying eyes open! He was gone for about 3 1/2 minutes before they returned him to (sobbing) me to say things were great. I blame hormones. In true Logan fashion, he spit up on the carpet on our way out. Atta boy!
I had a great visit with my new doc, too. We have a reasonable outline of what the rest of this *full term!* pregnancy may look like. She's completely down to earth which I appreciate so much. We celebrated with a trip to Valentino's (guess who voted for that) and Wal-Mart (man I wish we had a Target) before driving back home in the drizzle.
Tomorrow its back to work; I'm hoping I can ford the river to get to Genoa in the morning. I'll throw in my oars just in case. For now I'm going to take Dale up on movie night, which we postponed last night (just couldn't tear ourselves away from the Bachelor wedding. . . even though we have no idea who they are or what their story was. No worries, I googled them this morning to get the scoop). Take care, stay dry. Lots of love from all of us!
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