Biting My Nails

Well, actually, I’m not one of those people who bite their nails – mine usually just break off at inopportune times. My nails grow to be long pretty quickly, so unless I am hyper-vigilant about trimming them regularly, they start to get really annoying. I am at a loss to understand those folks who have the big press-on-nails – how can they type? Or rip open a box? They just seem so dainty . . . and I am so not dainty . . .

But no, this post is not about me not biting my nails. But at this point I can see the allure . . .

As you know, I haven’t been feeling all that up to snuff in the past few weeks. It was reaching a head on Tuesday, so I went to the doctor’s to see what it might be . . .

Long story short, and not to give everyone WAY too much information, it turned out that I’m not pregnant, like I had silently hoped it might be, but that I have uterine fibroids that are just now starting to cause me great discomfort. Now it is not life threatening at all, so no worries there . . . but it may affect other things, which has me highly concerned. Also it may require anything from just taking medication to having major surgery – I won’t find out for a couple of weeks, although I’m trying to move the date of this other test I have to take up a bit . . .

So until then, I’m only a little uncomfortable but very freaked out. And I’m starting to consider the fact that I may not be a mom anytime soon after all . . .

So much to think about . . .

But please send any happy vibes you can my way . . . I’m really in need of some happy vibes right now . . .