You know.. this might sound crazy, but I think most of my stay at the hospital was spent thinking about the building collapsing on top of me. I guess the whole 9-11 thing was on my mind, because I found myself wondering how many stories were above me.. and what would I do if a plane hit? The chances of that happening are/were pretty slim, but I still thought about it. I slept with the tv on all night, and I woke up the morning of the 11th to nightmares of planes crashing. It freaked me out, and then I realized that of course I had been hearing 2-yr anniversary reports on the news channel.

1 hour til we take the Little Man to the doctor. I'm not looking forward to him getting a shot- his Hep B. I am curious to know if he's gaining weight, though. The kid is a munching maniac!

I still haven't decided if I'm going to send out birth announcements. If I do, they'll be home made. It's cool.. the hospital had an announcement put in the Columbus Dispatch for free. We picked up a copy for us and the in-laws. Now I gotta figure out if I should order prints of the hospital pic. I never did with Lauren, although I wanted to.