I am actually sick to my stomach because, it's like, it's your baby, you know. And watch it be a mosquito bite that got irritated, and I pray that's all it is. But then I'm like, what if it's MRSA? Or what if a spider laid eggs in her leg? Or what if aliens implanted a tracking device? I could sit here and drain an abscess from my own arm (ooooh, that's sooo grosss! I would never actually do that), but the thought of my sweet girl being in any pain or discomfort at all makes me want to throw up. And she seems totally fine. She's in there talking to an elephant right now. Not a real elephant...they're not allowed inside...but she seems completely happy. Ugh, still. I want today to be over. Mondays should be illegal in all 50 states and the world.
I'll let you guys know tomorrow how it goes. Please pray I'm just freaking out over nothing.