Today is Friday.

What more can I say. I had Dr. P, aka Dr. Spidey. Ahh. I'm in bed. Been in bed. Will be in bed until today is over and tomorrow comes. I feel horrible. The pain is really bad and agitated further by the sweet little baby kicking and punching my kidney like he's in a furious Billy Blanks Tae-Bo workout. Going to close my eyes chanting my bad day mantra...."today I don't ever have to do again"....except I know in six more I will....just not May 7th 2010...it's just really number swapping next week will be the 14th. I am in a foul, whiny, self pity, cry my self to sleep kind of mood. Goodnight. At least tomorrow ain't Friday again right?