Well, I successfully braved the trip to the doctor's. I'm not dying, it seems! Still don't know what my problem is, but we're working on it. Doc thinks the main issue is stress/anxiety. I asked him if he could prescribe for school to be done now, in that case. He did not do so.
Today, I get to babysit. I say "get to," because I babysit some great kiddos and it's always a pleasure. On this fine day I will be tending a sweet little four-month-old, who I've been babysitting for two months. His sister, who is two, goes to Little Gymnastics and I take care of the baby then. He is a total doll. Poor guy has reflux, so he needs to sit upright after eating. I take this as an excuse to cuddle. Works out just fine for both of us.
He's the smiliest baby I've ever known. You barely lift your lip in a half-smile, and he grins at you, open-mouthed. It's almost unbearable, the cuteness. And his laugh is the most adorable little squeak you'll ever hear.
After that, I'm going to come home and do school. I'm trying to amp up my daily work-load so I can have Friday off, because I want to go find my mother (Hi, mom!) a Mother's Day present. I'm only saying this publicly because Mama can think of nothing she wants for Mother's Day, so she would never be able to guess what I might get her. Sweet woman, that one.
Lastly, I'm becoming increasingly terrified about my impending move. No, it's not the fact that I'll be suddenly independent, but rather the getting there. Yes, I'm freaking out about my first flight without a parent present. And an international flight, at that! Belgians aren't known for their excellent sign work, so finding my gate could be tricky, and if I have a layover in some massive airport, I'm bound to get lost. I get lost in the supermarket, for goodness' sake.
All this to say, I should have had a V-8.
I'm gonna go sniff a baby's head. Byeee.