Today is the third anniversary of that weird brain hemorrhage thing. It's almost like something that happened to someone else, in another life, except that I know my vision is just slightly wonky and my energy level isn't the same, and my memory is, ahem, unreliable. Otherwise, what brain thang? Who, moi?
Granddaughter countdown is on - tomorrow there will be another sonogram, and then the doctors will make the call about inducing or letting it ride. She's full-term and over six pounds already so it's not like it's a risky business. Holy crap. I could be a grandmother by the end of the week. Meanwhile, my personal goals for the year include getting a new bicycle and a puppy (bicycle can arrive anytime, but new job closer to home must come before new puppy). I'm either totally not qualified for this job, or I'm going to be the most fun grandma ever.