eight weeks

computer still busted, sleep still in short supply, and i've got something gastricky going on and making me puke my guts out, but otherwise, hey - life is swell. milo: he rules the universe. he has started to make the connection between kicking his feet and the commencement of music that makes mommy dance for him when lying under his kick piano (there's a better name for it, but i don't have time to look it up at the freaking library, people). another advance: for the third time (although not consecutively), he has slept for five hours straight. i have hope for the future.

i'm headed to the doctor thursday to get my stomach checked. prilosec isn't taming the horrific burn every time i eat, and i'm tired of it. i'm tired of the hospital, too, but i'm desperate enough to go. i was back there last week to get my iud inserted, and i have to say it hurt much more than seems reasonable or necessary, but it's better now, although i'm still bleeding from it six days later, which just adds to the fun in my midsection. may i have some relief now? please???