Thirty-five!!!

Happy Birthday to my best friend in the whole world.

S~significant other
C~congenial
O~old school
T~talkative
T~terrific

Hon, you are the best, thanks for being the best husband, dad, friend ever!

Have a great birthday!

Yesterday was my first Tysabri infusion. I went armed with a new book and a pack of gum because I knew I would have to sit there for the hour-long infusion and then sit for another hour to be monitored for adverse reactions. All went well.

But I have to admit my sadness...this new medication means I shouldn't have more babies. I haven't sent Scott out to get snipped or anything, but it sure sucks--I already told Debbie I am going to have to kidnap her baby when she is born. I really wanted more. Scott has told me I should be grateful for the 3 little boys I have--and I am, but it still stings. No one likes to be told what to do. So I sit here sad thinking I should probably go through the baby stuff and give it to Debbie.

I have spent the summer anticipating yesterday. It almost feels like Scott was trying to compensate for lost dreams when he brought 'Max' home, a little black Miniature Schnauzer. He is cute, but he is not a baby.

So sorry for the bummer post, but I had to unload, my baggage was getting too hard to carry...