This page is reserved for stuff that maybe you didn't really want to know. But I'm putting it out there anyway.
Sometime in mid-May…
One morning I woke up SUPER DIZZY. It felt like I was on a Whirligig ride at the fair, even though I was lying on the bed. When I got up, I couldn't walk a straight line and was holding onto door frames, walls, anything immovable to help me get to point B. I told Tim, I think I need to go see a doctor. He said, I think you are overreacting. Then, he heard me dry-heaving in the bathroom. Two hours later, Tim was holding Isaac while we all sat in the examination room. As the nurse took my vitals and asked me about my symptoms, she had me standing on the scale. She asked, "Do you think you are pregnant?"
My response? I slumped over the scale and moaned, "Oh God, PLEASE DON'T LET IT BE."
The nurse's response? "Ohhh-KAAAAY."
Then I tried to explain: "I just finished doing the pregnancy thing, and it's only been four months of not being pregnant."
"Oh-KAY."
I started to sound a little desperate: "I just don't think I can do it again right now. I just CAN'T be pregnant. Oh Jesus, please have mercy."
"Um-HUMH."
I gave up trying to convince her. Actually, if I was a nurse and people starting pleading with Jesus in front of me, there probably wouldn't be any words from me, either.
The doctor came in, checked me out, and said she didn't know why I was so dizzy and nauseous. She had me take a pregnancy test, *just in case*. She said, "It's probably a virus." Which means, I don't know why you are sick, but here is an answer to justify your visit to me today.
By that evening, dizziness totally gone. By the next morning, nausea totally gone. The next day I got a phone call from the doctor: pregnancy test was negative.
And there was much rejoicing in the land.
