Yesterday...

I am going to have to postpone the inside look at J#3 to tell you about yesterday....
It was a full and busy day I had a appointment to get a pelvic sono done because my OB wanted to take a closer look at my uterus since there was something on the CT scan. I was going to be in Plano anyways because I was taking J#1 to another class at the Heritage Farmstead that I told you about in another post. So of course, I have all three J-Boys with me and they stated that it would be Transabdominal (putting the wand on my abdomen) vs Transvaginal (you get the picture). We go into the procedure room J#3 is in his stroller and the other two sit down in the chairs. She starts the procedure which throws J#3 into a crying fit, probably because I was not right next to him and some stranger is touching his mamma. The other two try to calm him down with snacks, but then get quickly distracted themselves on the stool that spins. The Sono Lady then tells me that she would recommend that I get a transvaginal (I know TMI, but stick with me) one to get a better picture of things. She said that it was up to me since I had the boys in there. I said, "You know what, I don't have many private moments so it will be o.k.". The boys turned around and I hopped back on the bed with the sheet over me and told them in no certain terms will they go to the end of the bed, just stay on that side of the room. They were busy anyhow spinning each other on the stool and ignoring J#3 who is crying hysterically by now. She gets the procedure done and said that it did look like I have a small fibroid and that I also have small cysts on my ovaries. She assured me nothing to lose sleep over and that the Radiologist will make a report and send it to my OB and see if she wants to do anything further with it.

Then we went to eat at a place called The Firehouse Sub (I had a coupon). It served mainly subs, sandwiches and salads. J#1 gave it a thumbs up, it was pretty good. Then onto Sprouts Market to grab some things and get back to the Farmstead by 1:30 for J#1's class on Beatrix Potter. I drop him off and J#2, J#3 and I head to kill some time at Braums. Then get J#1 and head back to Braums for him to get an ice cream on the go. All the while I was making phone calls to some friends coordinated pick-ups for some meals that were going to be delivered to some other friends of ours that needed them. Then I finally make it home about 6:ish and make dinner and get the J-Boys into bed, and then wouldn't you know it I started feeling nauseated. All night I felt some stomach pain on and off I never got sick, but I thought no way is this virus going to creep back into my house.

So I am now sipping 7-Up and nibbling saltines and praying that it goes away. I started feeling a little better, but then a heard a noise in the kitchen that sounded like a bunch of things dropping on the floor. I go in and see J#2 standing there with a whole bag of M& M's on the floor, everywhere. Now he has lost the privilege of having M& M's today since he decided to try and sneek into the back without me knowing it. Well, I just thought I was feeling better:)