Mother's Intuition

I know you're dying to know, above all, whether I was picked to have dinner with Obama. I know you're really curious, even before you find out if the 3 year old had croup, the chicken pox, or if he was just really tired. I know that you're especially interested because you just instinctively know that I DID, in fact, hit the "donate" button twice that day I donated to Obama's campaign. It seemed meant to be me, right?? I already had the dress picked out and the shoes. But not the bag. I figured I had time for that. Unfortunately, I didn't get picked. I'll have to find another way to meet him. He DID wave to my PhD friend and myself when we went to hear him speak in Laramie, Wyoming. I could tell, even among the 17,000 people packed into that basketball arena, that he was waving at the two of us. That's a start. I'm like Obama girl #2.

The 3 year old is fine. He has a cough. (As does the 6 year old at this point.) The bumps on his belly and back seemed to be of no concern to the doctor (who is this young guy who reminds me very much of Doogie Howser, M.D.) So once again I spent the co-pay just because I got paranoid he had a big fit and slept a long time. You'd think I'd have some mother's intuition by now, eh? It's just like the 2 times I was pregnant and I was absolutely positive I was having a girl--both times. Of course, there was that instance that he'd been coughing off and on for about 2 weeks, had a big fit, I took him in, and it turned out he had a sinus infection! Sometimes you have it, sometimes you don't.