Okay, maybe a little creepy. I can see you through the computer now -- brow furrowed; mouth half opened trying to form the question running through your mind; no words can be uttered, simply, uh...
DOCTOR Shashoua is our (well, Tammie's) doctor. I know, I know...I had trouble with it at first. Just think Joshua, then put a SHA- in front. In reality, that is exactly what I had to do just to remember from minute to minute. It is really hard trying to have a conversation with someone in this fashion:
"So, doctor... (okay, joshua, joshua, SHASHOUA), Dr. Shashoua, is her stomach REALLY supposed to be doing that?!"
You get used to it after a while (now I only have to say 'joshua' in my head once!), and to be fair, he really is a good doctor. And Tammie really likes him. This is a really good thing since you never, EVER, want to really make a pregnant woman really mad at you...FOR ANY REASON! (I'm a really slow learner and still really trying to get this one under control...) UPDATE: (I noticed the obsessive use of 'really' in two consecutive sentences and decided to correct the matter...so now it is REALLY obessive!)
Another visit to the doctor today and another good check up. This was a big test because Tammie had to have blood drawn to test her blood sugar. Hopefully it will be below 90 (whatever IT is...), then there won't be any problems and no "special" diet (we all know what that means). And it would be a good thing too, because the cravings are hamburgers and sweets (there is a huge bucket of Halloween candy just waiting to be devoured). Plus, if Tammie has to go on a "special" diet, then everyone living at 1003 Forest Trail has to be (you all are lucky you got out when you did...it's going to be a bumpy ride).
Enough for tonight; Tammie wants the computer to pay bills (why? Who knows...). More later...
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