Going under the knife

Currently, I am filling out a slew of paperwork for pre-registration at UVRMC (I had to pick a password for the website and this is what it told me: "Your password may not contain a word that is found in the dictionary" -- uhhhh, seriously?) Oh, and yep, that's right, we are officially set with the surgery, on Thursday. Tonsillectomy, adenoidectomy, myrignotomy. That's tonsils out, adenoids out, ear tubes in. While I'm not looking forward to having my little baby go under again, it'll be nice that the poor child will finally get some relief. Last week, we took him into the ENT again, who took one look at his ears, and said "yup, schedule the surgery, asap." They were so full of fluid and infected the ear drum was bulging. Not a fun site. The doctor said if my ears looked like that I'd be curled in a ball writhing in pain. I had no idea Theodore even had an ear infection, as he had just finished a round of antibiotics a week before and was not acting terribly out of the ordinary. Who knows how many times last winter he had a horrible double ear infection but I didn't take him in because I'm hesitant to go and have them tell me it's viral and I'm paranoid?

That's the news around these parts. Also, I'm not pregnant, thanks for asking. It's pretty amazing to me that I'm not though... we've had unprotected sex TWICE. That is two times as many times as it took to get pregnant with the guy.