No Air

The waiting is always the worst part for me. Tomorrow is our big ultrasound to see our baby for the first time and I am going crazy waiting! We spent the day trying to stay busy by running errands, but the rain was a big damper on the day. At least our flowers loved the rain. I was pleased to see all the flowers Marshall's dad had given us was thriving as we were very late in planting them. They were all still fully blooming and our tropicanas we planted last year are now towering over the fence line!

Last night we realized that our AC wasn't working properly so we had to call a guy to come and fix it today. So of course we spent a good bit of the day waiting around for a guy to come over. Due to the rain, they were limited in what and when they could come but they did finally come by long enough to get us up and running with a little AC in the hopes that they would return tomorrow to completely remedy the problem. Oy vey! If it isn't one thing, it's another! At least maybe we will be able to sleep through the night tonight since we won't be burning up, but I'm sure the anticipation of tomorrow will keep me from having a completely restful evening.

It's almost as though my house has become a complete metaphor for my life right now. I feel like I'm grasping for air, trying desperately to hear some good news that we are having a healthy baby, but in the meantime I'm sweating to death waiting for the results. I know we both will be devastated if things don't go okay this time. So devastated that I don't know if and when would be ready to try again. I've always been a believer of the whole "get back on the horse" thing, and we did but if we get thrown again I don't know that I will be able to do it again. Hopefully, it will just be a smooth ride this time and the journey will end in a very healthy, living baby.