When Ethan was born, they told us he had a condition called hydrocele. They said the fluid would absorb by his first year check -up. It did not. I decided to wait until his 18 month well baby check-up, to give it a little more time. Well, it hasn't absorbed. We have to go to see a urologist (did I spell that right?). I was not really too concerned until I read they would use general anesthesia. I am totally freakin' now. I assumed they would just numb the nuts and withdraw the fluid with a needle. HOLY SHIT! They actually have to go in there. What if they jack something up and he is sterilized? What if he is allergic to the anesthesia? Can he just continue to have big balls? What's wrong with big balls. I have them (well, not really...just wanted to clarify). FREAKING THE HELL OUT.
I was considering a new layout, a new title, well just an overall new feel to my blog. I mean some things have changed since I first started recording my thoughts and feelings of the going ons in my everyday life. Well, I am no longer taking Paxil and well, crap.....I think that is it. I thought the poop was really no longer an issue as well until this week. Someone decided that an oopsie poopsie was not something they might share with their mother. You know the lady who does the laundry. I was blessed with the joy, upon removing clean clothes form the laundry, an overwhelming smell of shit. Yep, SHIT!!!! I had almost all the clothes in the dryer and noticed a wad, a ball, a massive roll of poop. Apparently someone had pooped enough in their underwear and then just snuck it into the dirty laundry. GROSS!!!! I mean really?!?!?!? You don't think you might have at least given me a heads up so that I could pre-clean the undies. Man, boys are so gross!
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