Image via WikipediaTomorrow I have to go to the doctor to find out I have some horrible disease, I'm sure. Before all of that I have to somehow make 3 pies (pumpkin, sweet potato and pecan), finish unpacking/cleaning the dining room (so we have a place to eat), make dinner, thaw the turkey (I kept forgetting to take it out of the freezer), and generally clean the house.Unless of course I find out I have a horrible disease. Then all bets are off.
Somehow, not going to the doctor after the 6 week postpartum exam when Ethan was born doesn't seem like such a good idea now.
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