1* I am grateful to report that I have reached the 18 week mark, which is a very good thing, and pretty reassuring. I’m feeling the baby move quite a bit, also reassuring. The past few weeks have been anxiety-ridden, with everything from realistic miscarriage dreams to me envisioning my route to the hospital at the slightest contraction. Our kids start school Monday (hooray!) and because our sad, sad day happened the first day of school last year, it’s been on my mind even more. I can hear the worry in several people’s voices every time I talk to them, and hope everyone can feel a little less worried now.
2* I can’t stop thinking about this horrible story. (You’ll have to click that link if you have no idea what I’m talking about, because I can’t bear to even summarize.) I don’t even know the people, but do know a couple of people who know someone who knows them, so it’s not totally weird that I’ve been reading their blog and feel like I know everything about them (right?). If there’s anything worthwhile about the voyeuristic blogosphere, it’s that lots of people who don’t even know this family are praying for their recovery. Another reminder to me (and you) of how fragile we are. The idea of a young mother not being able to care for her own children is always too much for me to bear, which is I’m sure why I can’t stop thinking about them, even to the point of dreaming about them. (Does everyone else have bizarrely vivid, detailed, realistic dreams when they’re pregnant? It’s starting to freak me out a little.)
3* My worst spousal fears were nearly realized two mornings ago when Matt was in a scary car accident on the way to work. He is 100% fine, but our old accord (kind of sentimental about it — I was driving it when we were dating) is totalled. I’m so grateful that his earlybird gene was on overdrive that morning, because this happened prior to 6 AM, and I’m certain that had it been a little later into the commute, more cars would have hit him, and the outcome could have been much worse. Someone swerved and hit his back end, causing him to basically do a complete 360 and crash into the median. He seemed to have taken all of this in stride, even finding himself a suitable used car and purchasing it that same day, but last night as I was getting ready to go somewhere (on the freeway) the phone rang and I heard, “Hey, be careful driving, ok?”
If we live life with fear and worry, it kind of defeats the whole purpose, doesn’t it? Still, I think we could all stand to be a little more careful with ourselves. So do that for me, won’t you?