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Good Friends

I was feeling a little depressed about family and several situations.  While I was the hospital feeling sorry for myself wishing I could be home with the kids instead of dealing with hospital stuff I got a text from a friend of mine.  She lives in Seattle area and I just don't get to see her enough.  She is going to be in town Sunday-Wednesday and I am so excited.  She won't be staying with me and will be getting a hotel.  She said the kids should come swim and I am going to attempt to get Monday off.  My friend doesn't expect me to but I thought it would be nice.  Even if it is only just a half day.

The other thing of her comng means cleaning.  Which I only have three days to do in addition to packing for Utah.   It will all get done.  Somehow someway. 

My last shift at the hospital until July.  Then only one day in July.  Then baby time.  Wondering if this little one will come early like I think he will.  The doctor said that she won't stop labor if I am 35 weeks plus. Which is less then three weeks away.  Would now be a good time to start stressing? 

We have decided not to name the baby until he is born.  We don't really have any ideas.  For some reason that seems to drive people crazy.  We have started telling people we are going to name the baby Peter Parker Pitcher.  Some people get it and some don't and that is okay. 

We had a bar b q with extended family yesterday.  It was nice and relaxing. We had the chance to spend time with Lee's aunt who is always up on the latest family news.  She puts her own spin on things which make conversations with her interesting. But when it comes down to it she is really a caring person who really cares about Lee.  It would be nice to see her more which we may now that all of her children except one live in a 10 mile radius of us and one of those is going to have a baby in several months.

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