Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight.
Benjamin Franklin (1706 - 1790)
I haven't been able to sleep because of heartburn. I've tasted stomach acid in the back of my throat for two days now. I hope it doesn't burn a hole in my esophagus. They say chronic heartburn is a sign of a hairy baby. I can't picture Evan having a lot of hair though; Joe and I were both bald babies.
I've been anxious lately over my son's circumcision, as well. Mainly, over not getting him circumcised. I'm worried because I have no idea how to take care of an uncircumcised penis; i.e., how to clean it, how to teach him to clean it, potty training, etc.
I actually said, right after Trevor's circumcision, "that was the best $200 I ever spent." Not having to pay special attention to Trevor's wiener was especially important to me at the time. After all, I was a single mother. What do I know about wieners?
Last night Joe said, "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it."
I don't know how he does it, but him just saying that makes me feel a little better. It reaffirmed that he'll be there and I wont be the only one parenting. I wont be the only one cleaning it and I wont be the only one potty training. I do feel a little better actually.
I go to the doctor today, hopefully she'll have something for the heartburn.
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