Kara took Hannah to the doctor today to have a little look at bump near her eye. She's had it for as long as I can remember, but it's become a bit more noticeable recently.

As a parent, the leadup to that doctor's appoint is one of the worst times. You're trying to not let your mind f*** with itself, you're trying to go about your normal everyday kind of stuff, not let it run rampant through all of your waking moments. You'll mess yourself up that way and take it out on all those around you.

But always, lurking around in the dark corners somewhere, hiding in the shadows is that nervousness. That tension never really leaves.

So Kara took Hannah to the doctor, and while she has been referred to a specialist (no surprise there), the doctor is confident that there is nothing to be worried about. She's a healthy, happy little girl who will probably end up with a little character scar. We'll get confirmation of that when we go to the specialist in a couple of weeks. But my mind is much more at ease.

My day just got better and brighter.