I worked today.

Kevin is hard at work opening a show. Therefore, he's not home very much. So the puppies detox on my shift. Grrrrr.

I have some landscaping to do tomorrow with my new plants! About $130 worth! Thank God they were 40% off. So stop by sometime and see my new curly-haired cyprus. He'll need a good name, any thoughts?

Sybil is going to hang out with me for ArtWalk. I hope we can track down some free wine.

Day ended on a bummer note. So I self-medicated with Butterscotch Rice-Crispie Treats covered with peanut butter and milk chocolate.

But perhaps there are small blessings hidden in this journey. On Saturday I triaged a patient. Nothing exciting. Listened to the baby (looked great), ran some labs (looked normal), did lots of education (patient young and...young). Night shift sent her home. I arrived at work this morning. "Come see the pictures of this placenta!" Awful begins it. Without going into gross descriptions that will mean little to most of you, I've never see a placent look so bad. "Are you pregnant?" my charge nurse asks me. I frown, bummed at the question. "No." "That's good," she responds. This patient, this girl I took care of Saturday delivered her baby on Monday. The baby is doing quite poorly at the highest level NICU. If this baby lives, significant brain damage is likely. CMV is the current thought. I could have been exposed unknowingly. So perhaps this is a glimpse of God's Grace. That when the time is right, our baby will arrive.

Doesn't make the wait any easier, though.