No baby yet...
My nephew had his eighth birthday on Friday and we celebrated Saturday, at Anchorage's big indoor waterpark. It was huge, fun, expensive, LOUD and unbelievably hot there. The whole thing made me wish I was five years old again - crowds, chlorine, slides, a wave-maker, a pirate ship, pizza, Pepsi... The kids loved it!
Dad visited, nice to finally see him again. R cuddled with him right away. LittleK mostly ignored him. Having three sets of grandparents can be confusing. We didn't manage to get my other sister and my other brother to join us, but we can try again the next time Dad's here.
Here's some information I found on cytoxan treatments for Lupus.
I've been cheating with my oxygen. I do keep it on at night and during most of the day, but there are times when I feel like leaving it off for a few hours. I really hate it. Imagine getting a 40-foot leash, strapping it onto your head or face or neck, anchoring it to a noisy whooshing box and attempting to go about your day like that. Yeah. It does provide some laughs once in awhile, like the time T was so angry at me she screamed, "I'M GONNA STEP ON YOUR OXYGEN TUBE MAMA!!!!!!!"
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