Nothing terribly new or exciting has happened this past week. That is truthfully why we have not added any other pictures or stories to this blog.
I went to the hospital to get blood drawn today...to do some tests for Rh factor, blood type, HIV, Hepatitis C, etc... I am quite sure that I'll be fairly normal and/or completely fine in all categories, whichever is applicable.
Oddly enough, when we were finished, we walked back out into the...
Correction: Andrew doesn't like needles. At all. So, when I was finished I walked back out into the waiting room to retrieve Andrew who immediately asked me if I cried. I casually answered, "No," patted his arm, and gathered our things to go (I'm reading The Series of Unfortunate Events finally).
As we were walking out of the hospital, we saw Andrew's dad. We were like, "Whoa!" and he was like, "Whoa!" and we were all like, "Whoa!" And then I remembered, Karen (Andrew's mom) had gone in for carpal tunnel surgery that morning, so that would be why Reid was in the waiting room. He was waiting.
So Andrew and I went to go and wait for Karen in her room. Unfortunately, we had to leave before she got there, but it's the thought that counts, right? So, technically we did visit her in the hospital. And, it's not really that I forgot-forgot that she was having surgery. I chalk it all up to pregnancy brain. I forget things all the time. And then remember them right when it is too late.
Which brings me to the point of this post. I just emailed a lady in our ward to tell her that we would not, in fact, be in church this Sunday and therefore would find it quite difficult, if not impossible to play the organ/conduct the music. (I responded to one of her emails yesterday to say that that would be just fine...oops!)
On Sunday, Andrew is flying to Washington, DC (without me), where he will be (without me) for 3 whole days doing things that he can't even really tell me about. This will be our first separation in 200 days, exactly. I'm not quite sure how I will handle it. I suppose I will find out.
Emily has volunteered to come and sleep at our apartment so that I don't have to stay alone. Josie has volunteered to have me come and sleep in David's room so that I don't have to stay alone. I don't like to be alone and apparently people have picked up on that.
I'm not the only one who doesn't like to be alone for extended periods of time. I remember when Abra was newly married that she had me come and spend the night with her while Billy went on a trip to New York. See, she didn't like to be alone either, so it's not like I'm being wimpy or anything. I would just like to point out how long ago that was...
I've been feeling old lately. Folks, I stayed overnight with my sister like 8 years ago, I think. That's older than Deklan, and just as old as Matthew. There are people alive who are as old as I can remember.
And that is about how boring my week has been. Hopefully something terribly exciting happens while Andrew is gone and then he'll feel terrible about ever leaving me for 3 whole days. You can always at least hope, right?