Funny. How is it that I can be sick, feel like there is an elephant sitting in the middle of my forehead, and not be able to take a deep breath, but it's me calling everyone to coordinate tonight's plans that were made on Wednesday, and then have everyone come up with an excuse or not even bother to pick up the phone when I call?

I don't get it. When did everyone become so effing rude?!


**Edited**

Well, the majority of people are forgiven. A return call and a food poisoning episode is something I can't argue with, LOL!

Thanksgiving was great this year! Usually we go to my in-law's house where I'm either left chasing after kids because everyone else is "busy" cooking or whatever or I'm in the living room alone, and I am usually exhausted about 2 hours before we actually leave, but this year we went to my brother's house. The kids played together so nicely, and it was so relaxed! I even got to watch a whole football game while snacking on spinach/artichoke dip, cheese, pepperoni, pickle dip and such, and then we relaxed a bit before having a buffet-style meal which included fried turkey, ham, spinach souffle, squash, sweet potato casserole topped with oatmeal, brussel sprouts, mashed potatoes... It was awesome. We got home around 5:30pm, Roo was in bed by 6pm, and Ian at 7pm. So, Sean and I get to hang out and watch TV togther in silence.

The only problem was my sickness! I couldn't breathe so I could hardly taste anything, and the majority of my meal I put in Tupperware to eat when I can finally smell/taste something. I guess that's an upside, right? Not eating thousands of useless/unnecessary calories?

I wonder about kids and their "past selves" a lot. I know a lot of what they say is due to stuff they've learned in school and what they've seen on TV and heard in books, but tonight was a perfect example of how little we really know about our minds.

Ian told me that he was born in Africa the other night. I didn't think much of it, but I did ask him why he left. He told me it was too hot, it was very white and bright (from the sand), and that he wasn't happy there. I was a bit surprised he had those facts in his head, but I figured they might have been learning about Africa in school.

At dinner tonight I told Ian that he needed to tell Daddy where he was born. He sort of grinned and said, "I was born in Africa. I came here though because the season was hot all the time." Sean asked him when he came here, and Ian said, "Oh, I was very small!" I asked him where he lived in Africa, and he pulled out his globe and pointed to a small spot next to the Nile. I asked him what sort of building he lived in, and he said "Just a house." Sean asked if any of us lived with him, and he said "Rootie did. She lived in a house next to me. We played together all the time, but she was bigger than me. She was taller than I am now, and I was smaller." I asked what they played, and he said "Tic-Tac-Toe, hopscotch, and games that we could play in the sand that we don't play here." I was a bit surprised at this point, so I let the subject drop.

A little later we were watching A Madegascar Christmas, and I asked Ian if he has a girlfriend like the penguin did in the movie. He looked at me like I was dense, and said, "Of course I do. I told you that already!" I asked him who, and he said, "She's in the crib right now. You know, that girl." I said, "Oh, Roo's your girlfriend?" He looked at me with wide eyes and said, "Not now, Mommy. Now she's my sister! She was my girlfriend before."

Oh. Of course.

Roo's ultrasound came back clear! She's fine! There's no sign of the mass anymore. I can't believe it!!!!!

After her scan the tech told us that we'd get the results in a few days. I couldn't do that; I knew I'd be a basket case during the holiday, so I told her that she had an appointment the next day with the doctor. I asked if I could pick everything up, and she told me that I could have the films but not the report because the report has to be given through the doctor. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I had gotten the report 2 times prior to this, LOL! However, by requesting the information I ended up screwing myself because she printed out the films and made a note to fax the report to the doctor. I knew they wouldn't include the report with the films if the films were done already! *sigh*

So, we came home. Roo napped and I worked, then at around 1pm I called the hospital to order the films in hopes that she hadn't gotten the packet together yet. The woman said, "They're here and ready. I guess they thought you were coming to get them this morning?" so I knew I was screwed. I decided to call the doctor's office and tell them the report was going to be coming in, and that I wanted a copy of it so I'd be in to pick it up after they called.

The nurse called me back in about 20 minutes and said she was confused. I told her the whole story (minus the part about ordering the films), and she said, "So what time is her appointment tomorrow?" I explained there was no appointment but I had told them there was, and they said that they'd fax the report. Then I told her that I wanted a copy for my records. The nurse was still confused, so I basically said I had the scan done, the report was going to be faxed, and when it was I was coming in to get a copy. She told me that she'd need an appointment, and I told her that I didn't have one, knew I wouldn't get one before the holiday, and that I would in to pick up the report the next day. She said she'd call me back.

They ended up calling the hospital and getting the report. The doctor looked it over for me, and the nurse called to tell me that it was CLEAR!!! No more mass!

I sat here and cried for a good 10 minutes after that call. All the guilty feelings I've had, all the fears, all the thoughts about cheating nature to get my miracle have finally dropped off my shoulders. I feel free!!!

Ian's writing his letter to Santa right now. It's SO cute! So far he has "ATM Bank" and "Webkinz" in it. I have to help him with some of the words, but a lot of them are "sight" words and he can do them himself.

Roo has her scan tomorrow to check and see if the mass is decreased in size at all. I was freaking out yesterday, but today I feel a bit more calm. I'm going to pick the films up either tomorrow or Wednesday, because I don't think I can wait through the holiday weekend before I know something!