Only one more day and I’ll finally be home for good. Can I make it? I hope so!
Yesterday my awesome roomate was discharged and in her place was put a nauseated, rude replacement — so I got permission to move to another room down the hall. The perk? PRIVATE ROOM!
Still not sleeping a lot — last night I got six hours, interrupted twice by the need to pee. Can’t wait to sleep my normal 12 hours, interrupted three times by the need to pee. That’s what I got used to by the time CootieGirl arrived.
Today, Denis’ mom and brother were able to come see the baby — as predicted, she claimed the baby looked like Denis. (editor’s note: I don’t think she said that.) So each grandmother has staked a claim on the baby’s appearance.
Yesterday, my dad was able to visit for a few hours between business trips. He has agreed (finally) to being called “Pop” — a name his own father used. He was about to be dubbed “Big Daddy” by me, so it’s a good thing he finally spoke up and agreed to “Pop.”
He generously gave us an unbelievable present — his Ford Explorer. It’s an older car, but he’s taken good care of it and it’ll definitely come in handy to have a true “family” sized vehicle!
So, for a while, Denis will have to continue to post for me since there’s no way I’ll be able to access the attic, but he’s keeping me informed nonetheless!