Well I think that it is safe to say that we are pretty much ready for the Cylon invasion. In the sense that we’ve got all things set up in the apartment, and we are both excited to finally get to meet (and name) them. Whether we are ready to look after two little Cylons only time will tell but I’m feeling quietly confident that everything will (eventually) fall into place. We’ve taken a bunch of classes. We know the basics and are ready for the practical. Bring it on little Cylons!
Last week was the week of a zillion doctors appointments, and I was pretty shattered by the end of it. The scan at the hospital on Tuesday went well (Cylons are chubby), my dermatologist on Wednesday was happy with how my PUPPPS is clearing up, then it was back to the hospital on Thursday for the Non-Stress Test (checking on movement and heartbeats) and of course they aced it because the Cylons are in a constant state of training. The room at the hospital where you have the NST is a little freaky – like something out of a sci-fi movie. There are three monitoring stations where mamas are hooked up to, and the babies heartbeats are turned up to 11 so it’s beyond deafening. It’s like being in an isolation tank or one of Walter’s Fringe experiments.