Tomorrow

I will visit my doctor again.

I will get to see my little boy on an ultrasound again. Let's hope he's still a little boy...

I will hear his heartbeat again; the best sound in the world to me right now.

My parents will get to see their grandson and hear his heartbeat too...they are tagging along!

I will step on the scale to see what kind of damage the return of my appetite has done over the past 5 weeks.

I will ask my doctor a new little list of questions (How late can I still travel? How bad is it really to sleep on my back? I keep waking up on my back and worrying that I have suffocated my kid! What is this cord blood banking business all about and should I do it? Have you ever met another woman whose pregnancy gave her dandruff? No? It's just me? But Google said it was normal! Awesome.)

I will do a little baby shopping, you know, since Grandma and Grandpa are in town (cheesy grandparent names or lack thereof are TBD).

I will eat a yummy lunch out before returning to work.

I will be completely unproductive for the rest of the day, lost in a haze of baby bliss. It happens every time I have an appointment. I might as well take a whole day off instead of just a half.

I will spend the evening baking and wrapping for my first ever Cookie Exchange. I hear the competition is pretty stiff and am hoping my inner Martha Stewart can hang... (Even if she can't, I still get to come home with a whole loot of cookies. It's a win-win.)

I will enjoy another evening of getting to do what I want to do instead of what the Greek calendar tells me I must do. FREEDOM!!!!!!

I will enjoy some cocoa by the light of the Christmas tree and periodically yell random encouraging words (You're a genius!!!.....You will dominate Pediatric Optometry!!!.....Optics? I spit in the face of Optics!!!) to my finals-ridden hubby.

And the sun will come out. No, really. It is raining cats and dogs right now and tomorrow it is supposed to be sunny. So the sun really should come out tomorrow. But even if it doesn't, I think I've got some sunshine of my own on schedule.

(All together now...AWWWWW....or just gag yourself. It was cheesy, I know. But Christmas is for cheesiness, right?)