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I wasn’t going to post again until I got the new software and design finished (I’ve already exported the database) but it’s been a while and even though I’m almost finished.. I’ll just have to figure out how to transfer these last few entries as well. It’s all coming along nicely if not extremely slowly due to illness, etc.
For over a week I’ve been sick with some horrible cold/flu/deathmonger that Christina brought home from her office. Yesterday was the first day I felt like I was finally back to normal. Today, while the cold is finally gone, I feel like.. I dunno. Empty? General blah? My right shoulder is killing me for some reason and my mood just stinks. I feel like I’ve got some huge burden on my back that’s weighing me down.. but there’s really nothing going on to stress out over. Whatever the problem is, I want it to go away. I’m ready to be happy and healthy again, enjoying the fall weather.
Blargh, my shoulder is really killing me. I’m not used to pain like this. I’ve no idea what I did to cause it. I have too much to do today so taking a painkiller is out. Maybe some sort of ointment or salve nastiness would work, but I don’t have a clue what to try. Plain old heat? Or a cold pack? ::sigh::
On a good note, we’re just 12 weeks away from Christina’s due date. Wee! Time seems to be going slower and slower as mid-February draws nearer. I’m so ready for this, even if I don’t have a clue about it. I spent a lot of time around babies, toddlers and younger kids while I was growing up but baby sitting is one thing… 24/7 is all together different. And this one will be mine. Irk. I just pray that I let her grow up without getting smothered in my over-protection. Hopefully, she’ll have Christina’s eyes, high cheek bones and little flat spot on the tip of her nose. And her smile. And her laugh. Okay, her overall beauty and wonder. Somewhere in all that she’s allowed to have some sort of resemblance to me. Oh, yeah.. Christina says she has to have my facial muscle defects, er, dimples when she smiles.
