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Mothers Day

I'd like to start off this post with "Happy Mothers Day" wishes to my wife, mom and sister and sisters-in-law. I hope the day is an enjoyable and relaxing one.
On Friday I realized that I had yet to buy anything for my wife to mark the special day. So I stopped by Target to buy a card and a gift. I already had an idea of what I was going to get for her, so I was in and out in less than 15 minutes with both a gift and a card (I have a philosophy of not spending more than 5 minutes looking for greeting cards - you're either meant to find it, or you're not). But later in the day, when my wife got home from work, she showed me that her sister had sent her a card with earrings attached to the inside of the card. And when I read the card I was disappointed to find that IT WAS THE EXACT SAME CARD that I had so carefully selected just a few hours earlier. Sheesh. Of course, when my wife saw that something was wrong, I had to tell her about it. We both shared a good laugh.
I was on my way back from the radiology clinic when I stopped in at Target. I have been having stomach issues since our trip to Israel in October and my new GI wanted me to go for some more testing (I had an endoscopy back in November that revealed nothing more than an "irritated stomach"). It was a nuclear medicine test: they had me swallow an egg that had been doused in radioactivity and then they tracked my stomach as it digested and drained the egg. It's a pretty cool concept, but not nearly as glorious as it sounds. I knew that it was going to be a long test, and I came prepared with my laptop and a couple of books. What I didn't realize, though, was that I had to lay still on my back for 90 minutes with minimal movement (and my hands were trapped under the machine), so my prep was for naught. Luckily, the technician set the radio to 98 Rock and I managed to fall asleep for most of the test. I woke up very stiff and feeling no different than before. Initial results seems to indicate that the test did not reveal anything (i.e., my stomach is not the issue; it must be elsewhere). On Monday I go for an upper GI series of x-rays. Oh what fun.
As for school/work, the work has been catching up with me and threatens to get way too far ahead for me to catch up. I have to prep a review for my 9th grade final in JH and go over outlines that my juniors submitted at the start of last week. With all of the preparation for Yom Ha'Atzmaut (which was a good experience, albeit a little ridiculously over-budgeted) I completely lost track of time and failed to do all of that stuff when I had planned. As long as I buckle down this week I should be OK, but if the baby is early I'm screwed (hang on one more week, babe).
We're (I'm) trying to get the baby's room painted (yellow) before he/she comes along. I moved most of the furniture out of the room and pretty much finished the prep work (just need to tape the ceiling and do some plastering). A couple of coats after that and it'll be ready for move in (which gives me a couple of months because the newborn will be with us for the beginning).
OK, that's all for now.
Til next time.

Comments

Deborah Langer said…
Just wanted to wish you guys a huge B'Shaah Tova on the impending arrival of your little one... you guys are going to have your hands full!! Nice to have your blog back for me to kill time at work ;-)

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