Going back for pizza

We are leaving tomorrow at about 10:30 to go to Nashville. My parents are watching Andrew. He doesn't know it yet, but when I tell him, his smile will be stretched from big ear to big ear. I can hear him now, "That will be fun!" I might even videotape it tomorrow just to see if I'm right. (Of course, they never perform, so I might have to hide the camera.)

I don't expect the appointment to show us anything major. We are just meeting with the surgeon, not the cardiologist, so there most likely (according to our local cardiologist) won't be a huge battery of tests run. I suppose it's just routine, but I wish we could be saved the trip and just have our cardiologist report to them. We do go see our local cardiologist, Dr. Herold, this Friday. Hopefully Benjamin can get weaned off some medicine. That's my hope anyway.

But, alas, since we must go, I may as well get some more of that tasty pizza. Plus, I'm a nostalgic kind of gal, so it'll be great to go back and see the old VCH. I really did enjoy my stay there. Except that tiny bed. Nope. Don't miss that at all.