For the past few days I thought I was brewing the mother of all bladder infections. Then I realized it was Festus, doing a tap dance on my bladder. Festus has now punched me a few times in the tummy - such a wonderfully odd sensation.
We will hopefully find out Festus' gender next Thursday. Until then Festus it remains. This past week has been a challange. I have become quite the klutz and broke my toe by dropping a cutting board on it. I have also had some serious mood swings, one of which resulted in my foot planted on K's butt and him physically getting kicked out of bed (I was going on night 2 of no sleep due to his snoring and he had just kicked my broken toe for the third time).
Despite the mood swings and the sleep deprivation it was a good week and I look forward to more positive progress.
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