stand still, and breathe.

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I'm not for sure where to even take this post, clearly my mind is moving in a million directions. At one point I have absolutely nothing to say to anybody and within the next breathe I literally cant shut my mouth (whether it be talking or chomping ice). My emotions are running rapid and I'm not for sure, is this my type of journal entry or just a cutesy little "thing" I do to keep everyone up to date?

One frustration I will share is waiting, at the doctors office! Oh yeah, that grabs a similarity within us all. Yesterday at my OB appointment, 1 HOUR 40 MIN...spoke with the doc for maybe 15 minutes. However is that necessary? And who is to blame? The Doctor, the receptionist, or the creep of an intern that kept herself extremely too close for comfort? Regardless, blood pressure rapidly rising.

If one long wait wasn't enough, Esta Marie had an infection in her eye today and needed to be seen. The kiddies and I, in a 5x5 room waiting patiently for 45 minutes for a 5 minute diagnoses. Once again I ask why? (although the use of plastic gloves and alcohol wipes made me feel like I was paying them back in a sense, and it kept the girls occupied)

Turns out both babies are doing good, I'm continuing to grow on schedule and the eye infection is nothing major. The trick being...getting her to take her medicine. "Please try this really cool pink drink," isn't working.
xoxo.