I have to get an ultrasound today.

Okay, fine. Not that kind, but how many people did I freak out, huh? Between that and the fact that I had a baby bassinet sitting in my office for a week, I’ve been giving people tiny heart attacks for a while now. Too fun.

Nah, it’s no biggie. My surgery is a week away, and yesterday I went for a pre-op with my surgeon. She heard a heart murmur (which I’ve always known I’ve had, but hell, I’ve run two marathons and ten half marathons [so can I say six marathons? Only kidding.] without a problem, so I’m not at all worried) so I’m getting an echocardiogram today. Which is apparently basically an ultrasound of your heart. Pretty cool. Except for the goo part. And hearts aren’t as cute as babies. But a heckofalot less work. Or not. Hmm. I’m babbling. I don’t even know if I made a complete sentence up there, with all those parentheses and brackets. Don’t judge. Maybe I’m a little nervous. Hmm.

In any case, it’s quite handy, because the echocardiogram place is a mere floor up from baby Hank! What a wonderful coincidence! So after I get a peek at my heart, I’ll get to sneak some snuggles in with this sweet little cowboy:

Dude doesn’t know what he’s in for. This weekend, I’ll be photographing him, and let’s just say there’s going to be a cowboy boot involved. Possibly a baby in a cowboy boot. Just wait.