The last couple of days I have walked a mile for exercise. My dear ol' ankle ends up just a teensy bit sore by the end, but every day it is a little better. I'm also doing a couple of exercises that the doctor recommended for strengthening the ankle.
You guys wanna know something fun? I have a hobby/obsession with at-home pregnancy tests. I've taken...hmmm...probably hundreds over the course of my marriage. I always feel like such a little scientist looking at the line slowly appearing--staring so hard that I can *almost* see a second line. It's fun. And rewarding, er... OK, it is a complete waste of time, but for the most part harmless. Anyway, for the past year and a half I have become increasingly annoyed at all these pregnancy tests that always come back negative. Only one line. Ever. But just over a week ago, I finally convinced one to give me the result I wanted: TWO lines! So, I am not quite at the point where I am announcing that I am pregnant. When you tell people that you are pregnant, you are basically saying that you fully expect to have a sweet little baby in your arms in 7 or so more months. That's not where I'm at. I really shouldn't even say ANYTHING for several more weeks, but DAH! Who can wait several weeks with news like this? I am almost ready to burst from not telling and it has only been, count 'em, 8 days! (But they were quality days...)
Anyway, at this point many people don't tell others because of the possibility that things won't work out. That's why I'm NOT telling you guys that I'm pregnant. But...is there anyone out there who would like to help me celebrate TWO LINE DAY!?! | 