Hey Jakey,

Boy, you've been a little bitch the past couple of days. Sorry--I mean, you've been very *uncomfortable* the past couple of days. You have slimy green diarrhea and you've been crying non-stop. This is beyond your colicky wailing. You truly sound like this whole episode is painful for you.

So I've made an appt with Dr. Stevenson for 3 pm. I feel like an ass everytime we go to see her. Like I'm a paranoid, bothersome first-time mom. Which is exactly what I am. But *she* doesn't have to live with you making these god-awful noises, so I'm just going to march in there every time, head held high, and demand that she fix you. Ha.

Daddy got a phone call last night from Wells Fargo. But he was busy tending to YOU, ya little snot, so he didn't take the call and it went to voice mail. Hopefully they will connect sometime today, and daddy will join the ranks of the employed yet again. If he doesn't, I blame you. Ha.

I'm not really as peeved as this post sounds, I'm just a little punch-drunk from walking the floor with you the past coupla days. You actually made me cry yesterday. When you turn that squishy-eyed, tearful, screaming face up at me, all indignant and shit, and I have NO idea what to do for you to make you feel better (read: STOP), you make me cry.

More later after the doctor.