I went ahead and took the bull by the horns and scheduled my "three" hour fasting for Friday. Why they call it "three hour" is beyond me since it actually starts at midnight. I’m in bed by 9:00. Should I really try to get up before midnight, eat something, and then try to get back to sleep and hope I don’t urp it up? Oh, the dilemma!
I’m going to see if I can bring my laptop while I’m between blood lettings to do some blogging or twittering or both. Should be exciting, no?
Also had a good chat with Mr. DD. He knows that he’s been a ghost for both myself and XBoy. He confirmed that since his father is now displaying his old "charm" that it shouldn’t be too much longer before they discharge him. As for time with us, he had decided to take a week off before the baby’s due date to spend it with XBoy taking him to the zoo, parks, and whatnot. Then he plans on taking another week off after Murdock makes an appearance to be at home.
I didn’t even have to cry or beg or make a crazy-ass fool of myself since he had already thought this out. It doesn’t necessarily solve our more immediate issues, but just knowing that all of it has been on his mind helps.
Just for fun, I presented the girl’s name to XBoy . . . I think he actually sneered at me as he repeated the name questionably out loud. Um, I take that’s a "no" on the name? Like I’m going to let him have a say? HA!