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this morning john and i drove to school/work enshrouded in a thick fog, like most of baton rouge today. when we walked out to the car, as the garage door was opening, john exclaimed, "mommy, snow!" i explained that it wasn't snow but fog, and he happily conceded, "that's right, it's snow fog!" and then the whole way on our drive he kept asking me to make the snow fog go bye bye.

oh if only a mommy had that sort of meteorological power!!

and while i'm at it, perhaps i can also dispel the fog that i seem to be in. (let's pause a moment and marvel at that terribly clunky transition.)

it is hitting home to me that, since i haven't miscarried yet and tuesday is my three-week follow up appointment, it is growing increasingly likely that i will have to go in for the d&c. and i'm not going to lie, i'm a little freaked out about it even though i know it's a totally routine procedure and, in the grand scheme of things, totally not a big deal. i think, though, that it is primarily serving as a focal point for the overall anxiety of the situation, so i know i will be fine either way.

the good news? it's my husband's birthday this weekend, so we're planning to have some good ol' fashioned family time (and maybe a date night in there, how about that?) i'm definitely looking forward to a nice weekend with my boys.


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