Tiff has another doctor's appointment today. She's not going to have another ultrasound done for a little while, so I don't know what this visit will entail. I do know, however, that we are now about 10 weeks into the pregnancy and Tiff is doing well. She can eat now, a little better than in recent weeks. She has been keeping things down more often. She also hasn't been as queasy in the mornings or during and after meals. This is a good thing because this is an excerpt from a typical conversation during dinner:

She: I can't finish this.
Me: Why not?
She: I'm feeling sick.
Me: Again?
She: Yeah. Will you finish this for me?
Me: Why don't we wrap it for you for tomorrow?
She: It's making me sick. Throw it out if you're not going to eat it.
(I look to find that she's only eaten two or three bites. Literally.)
Me: Okay, I'll finish it.

Anyway, I am thinking about getting a second job. Not because we really need the money, although it would be extra money we could put away for house savings and for the baby, and that is always good. We also have some extra bills from her former insurance company and Dr. Death, but a second job would also to help get me out of the way of the Hormones.

I love Tiff, more than she even realizes, and Tiff has been really good so far; the Hormones haven't really gotten the better of her, or me, for that matter. But I know that there will be a time when the Hormones will break loose and wreak havoc on whomever happens to be within a 100 foot radius of her. :o)

The second job wouldn't be for long, maybe a couple of months until we pay off the medical stuff, Peanut's obedience (!) training, and my mentoring fee. And I feel it would be good for me to return to my roots: the shopping mall. The mall is where I worked all during college. I have some fond memories from there, as well as some horrible ones.

The mall is where I always felt I would return, if only for a little while. I liken my inevitable return to the great journey of the noble elephant: the elephant will eventually make its way to the mysterious place where they all go to die (that is, if they aren't poached). The difference being that nobody knows where the elephants go. I am going to the mall (I am also in perfect health, so don't get worried, you worriers). Till next time,

-andy