my deepest gratitude to all of you who have hollered up the tree that you’re down there, holding  a big net, ready to catch me if need be.  here’s a funny story for your enjoyment.

last night, just one short day after posting about being “on call 24/7” my phone chimed at 9:30 that “C” was sending me a text message.  My heart fell into my toes and then bounced back into my throat.  It’s a little later in the evening than she generally contacts us and the last time she did, it was to tell us that she was going to the hospital and very worried (that was the first time).  I flipped my phone open, not sure what to expect, and read, “only 6 weeks and 5 days.  the countdown begins, FINALLY!”  and i laughed and laughed out loud.  NOW the countdown begins?  at exactly 33 weeks and 2 days into the pregnancy?  I just love this woman.  All systems are normal.  Crisis averted.  We are still “on track” and although I’m enjoying the shade below the crazy tree, I am no longer swinging from the branches.