Okay peeps. T minus, I don't know...some hours (?) 'til the doctors appointment that could change my life forever. How's that for some unnecessary (probably anti-climactic) drama?
Tomorrow morning we'll see if #2 is smart or not. I know you're all waiting on tenterhooks to hear wtf my deal is.
No fear, babies. Hopefully tomorrow will be the day. #2 will be the man. I have faith. He will give me an answer and a diagnosis. I can feel it in my 87 year old bones.
