How strange is it that a certain individual from a certain cable provider read my blog and commented on how great my nursery looks. Awkward..
I checked the Feedjit thingy and it said he's from Philadelphia and searched for "Comcast" in blog search. I'm totally going to stalk this stalker.
In other news...
I've got an "emergency" doctor's visit tomorrow morning. I'm currently experiencing bloody urine.. hopefully it's just a UTI though. No contractions, back pain, etc.. but it's still scary. And then Hartley decides to sleep most of the evening, so I haven't felt her move much.. which makes me worry even more. But.. just pray for us. :)
I will have a good story to tell my doctor though..
Last Friday morning I went to Chick-fil-A. As I walked in the door, I saw this man that looked strangely familiar. He was talking to someone and a few minutes later he was out the door. But I kept staring at him.. I knew this guy from somewhere.
So I get my food and I'm racking my brain trying to figure out who he is.
Is he a regular customer at the bank? No. Is he friends with my in-laws? Possibly.. but I don't think so. Why do I feel like I've had multiple, lengthy conversations with him??
It took me about 15 minutes to realize...
He's the gentleman I will be seeing tomorrow morning. My doctor.
I'm pretty sure he will find it amusing and treat a simple UTI, tell me to take the day off from work and send me home to watch movies.
... another story ...
Hartley was kicking a few nights ago while Marshall and I were watching tv on the couch. I was under a blanket and invited Marshall to feel her move. So he slips his hand under the covers. We were both distracted by the tv so it took a few seconds for me to realize what was going on.
Umm.. Marshall.. why are you touching my boob??
Oh! I was wondering why I couldn't feel her move!