#3

I was going to just let this slide and not say anything about it, but I don't see the point. The people who read this (if there even are any people who read this) are the people I hold dear. So, here goes...

I found a lump. In the one place a girl never wants to find a lump. Hearing phrases like "this is common" and "routine tests" don't really go along with "you have nothing to worry about." "Routine tests" for me are the reading tests I give to my students. And lumps are not at all common for this girl. I go today for an ultrasound just to make sure. I know it's nothing and it's all okay. However, I'm learning that there are different levels of "knowing" something. Just because I know something is okay, doesn't mean all of me knows it is okay. I'm really trying to not freak out and to just roll with the punches, but I don't like these kind of punches. Rolling with them just seems silly. I guess I will know more sometime around lunch.

I finally got my sewing machine from my parents' house and it isn't working! I've got to take it to Shappley's sometime this week and hope they can fix it quickly. This means I have to use my mom's sewing machine to finish making mine and Patrick's stockings. I won't lie. I think they are going to be absolutely adorable! I'm really wanting to start making a lot of cute things to sell. Then I'll have to set up a website or an Etsy account or something like that. I've gotten to the point that sewing is my solace. I'd almost rather be making something than doing anything else. Does this mean I'm becoming more like my mom or just seeing the wisdom in her actions?