The General Practitioner
It's so easy to take pictures of Adam. Even when the photo of the day should be of me, I find myself just taking them of him instead. While he is getting better with the camera, he's not as sly or quick with the setup and doesn't understand how to make me look decent in a picture. Ha! So, he's become quite used to (and sick of) posing for me.
The two of us each had a doctor's appointment yesterday, but the hour we were there was mostly centered around me. And not in a good way. Adam is totally healthy...(Yay!) But me, being the hypochondriac that I am, wanted to make sure that he didn't catch a bug (or worse) in Moorea. So, I drug him to the appointment. Myself on the other hand...something's just not right. The doctor is having me come in and take four separate tests this next week, just to be sure that I didn't pick up something yucky from our Honeymoon. Likely, I'm totally fine, but she was a little concerned, so I guess we'll find out soon.
(See Mom and Dan...I DO listen!)
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