Friday I'm in bed.

No one at work can believe I'm turning 35 on Monday, bless them. I'm choosing to believe it's because of my sweet little baby face and not my level of maturity.

I finally saw one of my doctors yesterday, the OB/GYN. My appointments kept getting rescheduled because she kept getting called to deliver babies. This is old news for some, but back in 2000 and 2001 I had some excitement in my nether regions that resulted in painfully invasive tests and ultimately a D&C. Because of new concerns, I have to go in for a pelvic/vaginal ultrasound. I'm choosing not to get worked up over this.

However.

I have an appointment with my new primary care doctor in the first week of April to see if I need a colonoscopy and that, my friends, has me freaked right the fuck out. Gross. The thought of getting a scope shoved up my ass does not thrill me in the slightest. That's all I can really say about that without shuddering.

In other news, I've started taking prenatal vitamins. We'll see where that ends up.

I'm feeling slightly sick to my stomach from some medication I took earlier, so I think I need to lie down and feel sorry for myself. Just for a couple of minutes, mind. I'll get over myself and finish reading one of my books. Thank God for Friday nights. I'm usually in bed by 8:30 with a book and asleep less than an hour later. Admit it, you're jealous.

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