Life happens...

I always hate to not try and have a fun and exciting story to share, but since this is my journal I wanted to make sure I remembered the past few days. For a week Will and I had some great news - a baby was coming - how nice to know that everything works like it is supposed to. Unfortunately, God said not this time around. I thought I would be able to do this on my own. Silly control freak that I am. We hadn't even told our parents yet. Only a few friends here had started to guess - you know when you are tired all the time and feel a little sick to your stomach - people figure it out real fast. I was worried about telling them, jinxing myself - all those superstitions run through your mind (my mind at least). I'm here to tell you that it is okay - these friends that knew - saved me and Will from having to go through this by ourselves.

Thank you to Marina for taking a call from me sobbing and telling me I needed to go to the hospital. Thank goodness that Patty was here to take me and hold my hand with Will. Thank you to Dell for being flexible with my husband on the day before a product shipment so he could be with me and for the beautiful flowers they sent. Thank you Moms and Dads for all responding to my email this morning with your sweet thoughts since I didn't want to wake you yesterday and I know you didn't want to wake me today.

I'm sad, but feeling much better today. I wished I was back at Brackenridge to see some familiar faces, but they took good care of me (I went to the same place that will hopefully be giving me a job soon). I definitely see a lot of areas they need to improve on - the technical stuff they have down - the touchy feely, educating the patient and - hello? - dishcarge instructions - ... were sorely lacking.

I figured I'll survive - on the way home I had to chuckle as I saw a biker ride by and cough one up and spit in my general direction - that was just for me. God knew I needed a smile and to tell me life goes on - even with the gross spitting thing in China.