I'll cut to the chase.
I've got one day left at work. That is, this afternoon and tomorrow morning. Whoa.
After that, I am off until the end of August. To protect the mini-us growing in my belly.
I am sort of freaking out, and not necessarily in a good way. I have got to get over this guilt trip. It can't be good. I know things will go fine at work, I am not indispensable, and this is all for my good (and that of Shrimp). Shrimp is nine weeks old now, and in less than an hour I will be in the doctor's office. She told me last time we would get to hear the heartbeat today! Whoa again.
Most likely updates later.
heartbeat, woah. That's pretty real. You'll have to tell me your impressions on that one. :)
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