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Holiday weeks are always long, aren't they? This week has been no exception. As I was loading Max into the car this morning, my thought was, is Friday over yet? No, Thursday is only beginning. SIGH.
I started the prescribed synthetic progeterone shot regime this week. The home nurse was very nice and very talented. However, she cannot change the size of the needle. Nor can she change the fact that the shot has a castor oil base, which requires a slow injection. Two days later, I have a lovely bruise and my hip still hurts when I move. One down, 19 to go.
Cute Max moment of the week: Last night we were all cuddled on the floor when he decided it was time to dance. So, up he went and the grooving started. But he was dancing alone, and that just wasn't acceptable. So, he starts pulling on my hands and grunting with his effort : ) Baby boy wanted to dance with Mama. If it were possible to love him more...
