I didn't leave work last night until later than normal.
I wanted to make sure that everything was wrapped up and organized...
...you know, just in case.
I should have known better.
I'm guessing this little baby of mine is going to stay put for as long as she can.
I don't blame her...she's got it pretty good in there...
...what, with all the ice cream I feed her?
Which really isn't a lot...but it is summer...
Yesterday one of our employees walked into the office and saw me.
He said this:
"No me digas!!! Mujer, todavia andas aca???"
Which translates into this:
"Don't tell me! Woman, you're still here???"
My sister walked into my office, took one look at me and said,
"Just checking," and then she left.
Even people I've never met, who call in to ask a question, feel the need to tell me how tired I sound.
My lack of a post yesterday resulted in emails asking if Emily had been born.
My lack of a post yesterday was because of two things:
-I had nothing to say
-I was having a bad day and didn't want that to shine through on the blog.
As unfair as it seems, little Emily's heart is not the biggest worry in my life right now.
It's not the worry that kept me up until 3 am the night before last...
and it's not the worry that had me in tears off and on all day yesterday.
As my mom...and my brother...reminded me yesterday...
It will all work out the way it is supposed to.
And I just need to trust that God is in charge of this too.
It's 9:15 am and I'm still in bed.
Jason is next to me reading the news.
What I should do is drag myself out of bed and go to work.
What I'm going to do is put this computer away and snuggle next to Jason for a little while.
He bought the waterproof mattress pad yesterday.
Just in case.