I’m still here, just…exhausted. Why, you may ask?
This weekend was our Officer’s Civilian and Spouses Club Bazaar. And although I was just the measly hospitality co-chair, I am still recovering, physically, from the hours of standing and sitting. Maybe someday I’ll even be able to see my ankles again.
I am just super-worried about Noah. I think Mike and I can get so used to the way that Emmett has to see every specialist on God’s green earth, that when something is going on with one of our other children, it takes a little bit for the panic to set in. I mean, its not normal for one of your children to have to see a neurologist. It is a scary thing. And I am scared. And the appointment won’t be until the 27th of May. A long time to wonder what’s going on with my sweet boy.
Emmett is running a high fever…again. For no apparent reason…again. I have no hope that we’ll be getting a lot of rest tonight. How this will affect his scheduled MRI tomorrow – who knows?
On Thursday, I’ll hit the 28 week mark. Its funny how with each pregnancy, the time of being pretty darn uncomfortable is earlier. I am there now, with 12 weeks left to go. Not good.
My grandfather is in the ICU, following emergency surgery this weekend, in Mississippi. I want to be there so badly, but right now its pretty near impossible for me to leave town, what with Emmett’s appointments and my appointments and Noah’s upcoming stuff. I feel so helpless – this is something I’ve been concerned would happen since we moved overseas – that a member of my family would get sick and I wouldn’t be able to get there. Please pray for my grandfather.
Oh, yes, did I mention that I’m going back to work starting next week? I think I must need some crazy pills.