girlfiend

After more than three hours of phone calls to Verizon tech support I still don’t have dsl. They managed to screw up everything. Twice. Which is fine for the time being, as we leave for two weeks in the Outer Banks on Saturday. Ah, vacation.

I need a vacation after these past few weeks. Just after writing about my fears, the puking ended rather suddenly, as did the exhaustion. Convinced I was going to miscarry, I made an ultrasound appointment to find out if my pregnancy was still “viable.” Nice way to put it, huh. Well, Junior, as the ultrasoud tech called it, was indeed viable. Boyfiend and I saw the heartbeat and everything. Junior’s about the size of pinto bean and its picture is hanging on the fridge. And now I can just be relieved I’m not puking and exhausted.