The ultrasound went wonderfully, save for the fact that I couldn't stop giggling.
"Take a deep breath, and hold it."
"BWAAAHHH HA HA HA HA!!!""
This is how I spent the morning. I couldn't stop apologizing to the ultrasound tech, but by the end of the session we were BOTH giggling because of how ticklish I am.
I couldn't really see the screen, which really sucked because I REALLY wanted to see what my stomach, liver, and spleen looked like. Oh well. Maybe if I ask the "liver doc" really nicely, he'll send me images via email. One can only hope, right? I'm sure you are all DYING to see me post images of my insides, right?
Mosquitoes still seem to find their way into the apartment. FORTUNATELY, one of the girls at work gave me a tube of Avon's "Skin So Soft" lotion, which also serves as a natural repellent. Between that and the flyswatter, these little bloodsucking fucks don't have a chance in hell in MY house.
Pops is still waiting to hear whether he's got to get "the shock" or not. We'll know more about that tomorrow or Wednesday.