I'm in the midst of a freak out. Yesterday my pediatrician voiced some concern that Olivia's noisy breathing may be a condition called laryngomalacia--which is basically a floppy airway. However, she's gaining weight just fine and she doesn't seem to be affected by it.

He said he'd consult with another doctor to see what would be the best test to confirm this diagnosis. He was supposed to call me back yesterday to discuss our options but instead, I get a call TODAY from their scheduler telling me what time they had scheduled Olivia's UPPER GI!!

Now I'm wigging out because this procedure is uncomfortable and I'm worried about putting her through it if the condition isn't serious. WTF? I'm in tears just thinking about them sticking a tube down her throat and strapping her down for x-rays.

And I'm pissed at my doctor for making this kind of decision without my knowledge or consent or even telling me what our options are.

Hello, lovely Bitches!

Yay, vw! I'm so pleased that things are taking a turn for the better. Looks like we won't need to start hunting for that Hellmouth under your bedroom after all. Really, the damage to the floors would've been problematic, to say the least.

Sell, sell, sell, sj! And if you get more cash than you were expecting, feel free to book a flight to SF.

I have cramps from Hell and would like a heating pad, asap.

It is icky here. I'm so tired of the rain. I need baseball and softball and little league ball....

Preach it. Emmett's home from school with his fever. Also, his left index fingernail is thoroughly dark purple. I wonder if it's going to fall off...

The silver lining is that Emmett won't miss a game because of his fever and his finger. It'll be rained out. You know something is amiss when your good luck is the lesser of two bad lucks.

GC, I'm unsurprised that you're hurting after a night out with Juliana.

Jen, I can't tell you how eager I am to see you in May and wrap you up in hugs.

Good health and good luck, vw.

My family is so weird.

I am half Iranian. All my Iranian relatives have left the country and live either in the US or Germany.

My uncle, who lives in Florida, sent around a Persian pop song (I haven't listened to it yet cause I'm at work). My cousin, in Germany, who only learned Farsi recently translated the song into English, another language he learned as an adult.

Now there is discussion back and forth regarding the poetry of the song and the word schmaltzy was used to describe it. Now they are debating the definition and derivation of the word schmaltzy.

That's fucked up, Cash. Can you call him and bitch him out (and incidentally get him to tell you what the hell's going on?)

Oh, Cashmere, that sounds like an awful situation. I'm so sorry you're having to deal with that.

Oh, Cashmere, that's freaky. I'd be freaking out too. Can you call and yell at the doctor, 'cause that's totally what I'd do. He should have talked to you about this.

He's not in the office today. So I get to fume and rant about it. He'd better fucking call me first thing tomorrow morning or I'm going postal on his ass.

I'm staying away from google because I've already read enough about the infant procedure to give me a panic attack.

And I'm pissed at my doctor for making this kind of decision without my knowledge or consent or even telling me what our options are.

Cash, he should never have scheduled a procedure without telling you first. It's probably just an oversight, but it's hella rude.

Now they are debating the definition and derivation of the word schmaltzy.

I'm curious too -- I've never been able to figure out how the idiomatic meaning of "schmaltzy" relates to chicken fat.

Cash, he shouldn't have scheduled the procedure without discussing it with you first. I would call the doctor and ask to talk to him NOW about what it entails, why he (and the other MD) think it's necessary, and what Olivia's possible condition means -- i.e. is it really something that needs taking care of, or just one of those little weirdnesses.

I'm so sorry -- doctors can be such asshats sometimes.

x-posty, of course -- I see he's not there today. But tomorrow, man, first thing, he better be on the phone with you.