I've sat at work for 11 hours thinking about blogging something. Anything at all. Words. Words. Words.

Not a frickity fracking thing is staying in my head long enough to coherently put words together. The train keeps chugging towards me with whistles blowing and then just totally runs past the station.

I know what the problem is. I'm numb to it all right now. I don't think there's a single minute that goes by that I don't think about something IF, baby, or pregnancy related. At the current moment, I'm mulling over the Lap and all that it entails. Dr. A's office is calling to get insurance pre-approval. But I got hit with a shit ton of bricks last week when I realized my deductible will be $1,600 plus the 20% that insurance won't cover.

Sidenote: my weekly menu now includes a lot of Ramen noodles. Also, Dear Santa, I want cash. I've been good. Love, Me.