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My MRI came back fine. I am feeling much better now. I am in the clear. We have almost all of our Christmas shopping done. 90% of it I've done online. I hate malls. I hate to shop. I hate big crowds of women who push and shove because they are so crabby. I hate Christmas songs being sung by a choir in atriums. I hate cramped parking lots and bell ringers. Hate it all. Don't you wish you knew me in real life? I am a treat. 100%. Tonight we will put up the tree and decorate the house while baby boy is asleep. I can hardly wait for Christmas morning to bring him downstairs and have him find the gifts from Santa. He is almost 2 years old, but I hope he gets excited and understands it a little bit. We have been trying for baby number 2 but so far, no luck. There are four pregnant women at my work right now. I hope to be number 5 soon. I am not going to stress over it, if possible. We have our boy, and if that's all we ever have, I consider myself very, very lucky. I think it would be good for him to have a sibling. I think it would help teach him how to share attention and share in general. On Saturday I had to call 911 as my hubby went from being fine, to being in terrible pain quite quickly. He said his side was hurting, so I figured it was a pulled muscle as he had just played in a football game that afternoon. He was moaning and groaning on the couch. After a little bit he went into the bathroom and threw up. I still thought it was a pulled muscle and so did he. Then he got off of the couch and literally was dragging himself across the living room floor like an injured dog to get to the bathroom. If I saw this and it was someone I didn't know, I would of probably started laughing. He was moaning and wailing while dragging himself by his one arm and leg across the floor. I don't know why I find that funny, but I do. Sick mind I guess. So I got really worried when he said it was getting worse so I called 911. He said he was going to drive himself to the hospital. Don't think so. So the paramedics arrive and I was freaking out a little bit at this point. The woman on the phone with the emergency call center told me to put any pets or small children out of the room so they don't interfere with the paramedics. I quickly told baby boy it was time for night night. He smiled at me and said, "NAK" which means he wants a snack before bed. I whisked him up to this crib and put him down. I felt a little bad about it but he didn't need to see the lights, and sirens, and his dad in so much pain. Poor kid was probably starving. So they get there and ask a bunch of questions. As fast as the pain hit him, it went away. He was fine. FINE. They assumed he had a kidney stone and was passing it. They said he threw up from the pain. Sure enough, about two hours later, he went to the bathroom and a teeny-tiny black thing was in the toilet. Poor guy. That's the excitement in my life. How are things with you?
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