Kevin Whitehead-- the doctor, not the jazz critic

I've totally got this.  I'm off to the University of Utah hospital.  I get my echocardiogram in one hour and four minutes.  Then it's off to lunch (maybe with Ryan) in downtown Salt Lake City.  And then I meet with Dr. Kevin Whitehead at 1pm.  I've weighed myself this morning and taken a photo of the scale--so that I can eat lunch without worry.  I'm showered and dressed and smelling lovely.  I have on my happiness and adventure bracelets.  The boys are clean and dressed and were smelling lovely when I dropped them off at school with cousin Grace.  They ate breakfast and we said a prayer and they had all papers signed, homework done, and had studied up for tests today.  And Ryan looked amazing and kind this morning and he will be wonderful to talk to when I am finished with my day.  Or before...at lunch.  And now I have exactly one hour and one minute to get down there.  I hope it's the nice echo technician.  And I hope they'll accept the scale photo.  And, oh yeah, I also hope my heart is doing amazingly well and that the doc will tell me unequivocally that I can and should have another baby.  That'd be nice. Lunch will be nice too.