The docs are worried about his continuing problems with rapid heart beat. Apparently there are several potential places in the heart that could regulate the heart beat. In development, one of those places becomes dominant, but the others are ready for back-up if the primary location gets damaged. Hubby's heart attacks have apparently confused the other locations into thinking they need to swing into action, and his heart is trying to respond to all the signals. He's on a new drug to regulate the rhythm--yes, there are pills for rhythm!--but I'm not sure why they've got him on yet another blood thinner. At least his doctor has said, "We've got to get you off of some of these, it isn't right."

I love Hubby's doctors. The office staffs recognize him and the doctors themselves have been known to call up radiology and say, "I need to know if I have to operate on this man, and you're holding up those test results. Fix this, please."

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Happy Birthday Ben!

Growing up I always thought I would want girls, but the universe did the right thing giving me boys. I didn't find out in advance on either of the boys. No doubt I would have had fun with a girl, but I adore having the boys.

My just turned 13 #1 son has started saving for a car. It is a good plan. No doubt there will be a game system or pricey pairs of shoes that will take chunks out of his savings along the way, but I applaud his attempt.

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Good to hear that the heart docs are doing Hubby right. Still vibing for him.

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is utterly beautiful.

Thank you Kristin, although I might possibly have to chalk up any beauty to my "Who took my baby and replaced him with a 9 year old--overnight?" mood. Speaking of which, who took my baby and replaced him with a 9 year old, overnight? I'll keep the 9 year old, but could I have all the others back, too? It feels much more like 9 days than 9 years.

Karl, all the best on your interview and job.

Hil, great news on your exam! Congrats!!!

<doing the dance of negative bone scan, negative x-rays, with the minor side step of "let's do a CT scan just to be sure>

Jilli, I hope your migraine is yesterday's news. How are your friends doing?

Cashmere, how's mom? When is her surgery?

I'm home. The best roommate in the world has fixed me some tea.

Glad you're home safely, vw. CHECK THE STOVE.

God I hate Inside the Actor's Studio.

Me too, Cass. I forgot to watch it, even though someone here mentioned the guest.

God I have the hugest ever crush on Kiefer Sutherland.

Sigh... His voice makes me melty in all of the right ways.

I think that's 98% of my crush, and it's strongest when he's whispering forcefully, on 24.

Kiefer saying, "Fuck," even bleeped was a thing of beauty. Some people have a way with that word...

Oh my...

Stop it, my dh is home.

So ... there's a police helicopter overhead. And someone needs to come out with their hands up. The police can see this person and they are surrounded.

My word, Cass. I watch way too much 24, because my mind went a mile a minute just reading your post, never mind living it.

So are Braxton-Hicks contractions supposed to make you unable to walk? If my core tightens up while I'm sitting, I can't actually stand up straight for a bit. Or is that just normal and not a B-H contraction?

I had a lot of Braxton-Hicks in all three pregnancies, but don't remember that. I had groin muscle spasms that hurt with the sitting and standing. I doubt it is a problem, but you might want to double check with your doctor, Raquel. Although I have to admit, I am firmly planted in the check-out-the-unusual camp, and am probably quicker to call the doctor than a lot of people.

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Glad to hear you have good doctors that you like, connie. That makes such a difference.

Laura, #1 son sounds very forward thinking. Starting saving two years before you can get a license is smart.

I hope Ben's party works out somehow, Cindy.

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Raquel, I'm sorry the grandparents are being such poops. Fuck, I'm excited for a little Raquel-sprog in the world. It's a guaranteed cool, smart, funny and good looking human. We need more of those.

Cindy, that's a gorgeous post about boys. I keep waiting for Emmett to outgrow affection and push me away, but he still crawls into my lap every night to be read to, and I carry him to bed every night.

Congratulations, Hil! Unsurprised at your distinction.

billytea, I'm very pleased you attracted a woman type without resorting to lekking. Good on ya, man! The dreams and the foot-pain can go away, though.

connie, my Mom never had to take rat poison, but part of her chemo involved a platinum isotope. We thought that was very swanky, though it still made her throw up.

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Cindy, I think it hit me because when I was trying to get pregnant, I always thought I wanted a daughter. When my best friend M. had her son last December, though, everything changed. I adore that little boy so much, and now I understand that if I ever did have a child I would be madly in love with him or her regardless of gender. Being around Isaac has changed my perspective so much.

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Oh yeah, and Go, Karl, Go! Jobma galore for you, good man. You deserve that job, and that job deserves you.

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Your mom got platinum? Fan-cee! My grandpa made do with radium! And liked it!

Okay, I doubt he liked it. And actually I can't remember if it was radium, but 'twarn't platinum!

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Your mom got platinum? Fan-cee!

We thought so. Like, the nurse should be wearing an evening gown to administer the shot, which would be brought in on a silver tray.

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