And here we go again

Has it been forever or what!   There’s a show on TV right now called How Clean is Your House and they are scrubbing the nastiest toilets known to man and I’m dry heaving.  This thing, in some one’s HOUSE, looks worse than the Port-a-Potties at 3:00am after a Van Halen concert at Molson Park.  What is wrong with people?  And did I just age myself?

Yes, it’s that time again; the next set of 3 month scans.  After each set of scans you hit a nice lull for 2.75 months.  Then the week before nerves become frayed again.  I call it the pilot light of fear:  it’s always there, quietly burning in the background and every so often if flares up.  Like now.  Sigh.  But the mantra in my head every time that little shit pipes up is IbelieveIbelieveIbelieveIbelieve.

Reese has been doing so well!  She’s growing taller.  Not sure where she’s topping out, we’ll find out on Thursday when we’re at clinic for a check up, but her clothes are definitely shorter.   Her energy is great. She’s running, hopping, jumping, doing flying belly flops on the floor without thinking first to put a pillow down, you know, kid stuff (the “ooof” sound she breathes out and the stunned look on her face is priceless).  6 months ago she had to hold my hand to step off even the lowest of curbs and now she takes a flying leap off them.  And she takes stairs without holding on to the railing.  I think it’s a combo of stronger muscles as well as a significant increase in her confidence.  We had another osteopath appointment last Friday, just for her tri-annual tune up and she liked what she was seeing in terms of Reese’s development.  Her hips were a bit out of line, one being slightly higher than the other.  And that’s clearly from Reese favouring her left leg when she’s climbing and taking stairs.  But with a small adjustment and extra work on her right leg we’ll get it all fixed up.  Reese is having a ball on play dates, her cooking and art classes, going to the Science Centre, the library and doing just fun kid stuff.  It’s all good!

I’ll update how the clinic visit and scans go at the end of this week and then of course the results on Monday.  Eeeeek.  Down flame, IbeliveIbelieveIbelieve, down!  In the meantime if you wouldn’t mind shouting out the occasional NED!!! to the universe I’d really appreciate it.  For example, at the drive through, when the person hands you your little brown bag holler NED! and then hand them your $3.99.  Or when a telemarketer calls yell NED! before slamming down the phone.  Or if your husband asks you what’s for dinner honey instead of what I can do to help make dinner honey scream NED! in his face.  You know, that sort of thing!  Thanks!