Quaesitum

A friend from out of town recently called me to ask if I could live with her for a month. Of course, I said yes. She's an old roommate of mine and her family is like my family - I'm friends with all of them.

Now, here's the situation. She's eight months pregnant and her husband is out of town until the beginning of February. She told me that I was the first person she thought of who could take care of her and of things around her house while her husband's away. I'm actually really flattered about it. I'm really glad I can do something for her, especially considering how she's helped me out over the past couple of years.

Also, we're both benefiting from this. Ever since the medical news I received, I've been out of town and away from the people I care about. I've had to rely on my family to get me to my medical appointments because all of them are in the city I keep mentioning (and I'm incapable of driving now). Since I'm going to be there, I can work all of my medical appointments around when my friend is going to be home and just bus to all of them myself. It's really efficient.

Not only that, but I've missed her pets too! The thing is, her black lab is a little rambunctious and has a habit of jumping on abdomens. That's one thing I really don't want to have happen to her (especially now) so I just need to keep him on me constantly. Which I don't mind. I love him.

I can't wait until Thursday; I'm getting picked up then. Fffff. I am just generally ecstatic about this whole situation. I'm totally going to be there when she has her baby! :3