The night before

Well, tomorrow is my boob ultrasound.  I haven't been as worried about the whole thing as I thought I would be, mostly because in my gut I just think it's nothing.  This may be hopelessly deluded.  I just don't feel a lump, though -- some fibrousness, yes, and it is more pronounced on the left than on the right.  But as longtime readers will surely recall, my left boob appeared to contain at least twice as many milk ducts as the right.  Why, if my right boob had had as many as my left, I might have gotten near a full supply.  (For the record, my right tonsil and right eardrum are also more problematic than their lefty pals.)

We'd had our babysitter from the Midwest come stay with us for a few weeks to help with the transition, but, alas, she had to return to college over the weekend despite our best efforts to enslave her.  It's so sad to me that she was S.oren's best pal, and he won't even remember her.  She sure did an amazing job with him, though -- she's largely responsible for how cheerful and fun he is.  For the next few weeks, I'll be a stay-at-home mom, and then we'll start a nanny share in the neighborhood.