don't wear the purple shirt, you wore that last time.
and even though it's more comfortable to lie down if your hair isn't up, last time you inhaled a strand during a deep sob and made yourself sick.
don't feed eliza yogurt, wouldn't want the day to begin like that again.
she probably should leave that buddy at home, it was with her that day.
should she even come? she was there last time, what if...
big ultrasound this afternoon.
big worries from me.
james is calm.
i need him to be.
i struggle with not wanting to look at the screen until she says something, and searching it for relief before she does.
hate that it is this way.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012