Spoken too soon

Okay, so my last post was a little premature. Later in the day I got a call from my OB/GYN saying that even though the radiologist said we could take a core sample (which by the way is NOT what he had told me) he thinks I need a second opinion to get it removed. Apparently if I don't get it out the growth needs to be monitored every 3-6 months..so..now I have to get my records, see my primary care doc, make an appointment with a surgeon and (EEK!!!!) potentially get this thing out. You would think it would be a relief to get the thing out but quite frankly I'm scared to death. Unfortunately this is not a cyst like the last time and so ignoring it will not cause it to go away with time. Yuck.

So being a little down and feeling like things are going crazy in my life I decided...what the heck...lets make things crazier....lets paint our room. We had painted it when we moved in and both of us have hated it since. Now that we have new furniture I thought it would be nice to have a room that was done the way we want it...that I could relax (or at least try to) and get away from it all. Well, I did two colors...I love one, hate the other. I will be redoing it (hopefully) today. So now I have a bazillion projects including scrapbooking stuff everywhere awaiting a home somewhere, a huge growing pile of items for a garage sale, a broken toilet, pictures waiting to be hung, drawer pulls to be put on the cabinets, a half hung door on our closet which will hopefully be traded for a pocket door sometime soon, a backyard full of weeds and dirt, two cabinets that need to be refinished/started, and an entire bedroom in complete disaray half painted, half washed, and hideous...oh yeah, and an overflowing laundry basket full of clothes to iron. Anyone want to trade. Just kidding. What was I thinking? I think I just want to get my house done. I think deep down inside I feel like if I get everything done maybe THEN it will be my time to have a baby. I guess I'm just a little bit hopeful...maybe.