Yesterday I went to the gyno and was told I was pregnant. I'm not pregnant. It was just a mix up. But this mix up had me waiting in a room alone for approximately 7 minutes having a panic attack about how I was going to manage nursing school, building a house, and working with my March baby. By the time I had it figured all out I wasn't pregnant anymore. But hey, the gyno says that she thinks that I actually CAN get pregnant without major medical intervention, which is a good thing and a terrifying thing at the same time considering I've been having unprotected sex for years (sorry, Mom?). Whoops.
In other news:
I want a bike.
My gym now has salsa/cumbia lessons on Wednesday nights and ballet classes on Tuesday. Game onn.
Tessa had an interview, and it went really well, so hopefully she gets the job
I was told I was overweight by my doctor.
I ran last night with Cooper while Tessa rode a bike in front of us. That was fun.
I'm really tired. I need to start going to be earlier because waking up is getting harder and harder.
The weather this week for the most part has been glooorrrious.
In the mornings before work I pray with a few ladies, and it's a really good way to start my day.
I'm sitting in on tumor board on Monday. I hear it's really interesting. My inner-nerd is excited.
I had my nursing schedule changed specifically for work, and now I don't think they can use me. This annoys me, but I'm hoping something will work out (or we'll be homeless by December).
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