Birth Day

I'm a mess of emotions right now so forgive this post.

First, thank you to everyone for your concern about my abdominal pain yesterday. I had decided if it wasn't greatly improved this morning I would go to the doctor. However, I woke up feeling about 85% better so it seems to be going away. If it comes back, I'll make an appointment.

Second, my father called around 10:45 last night to tell me my sister was on the way to the hospital to have the baby. Two of the things that most set my mind spinning are family and babies.

My family is so dysfunctional. Dad debated calling us last night because it was so late. The only reason he decided to call was that he had talked to us at 9pm (called with a computer question) so he thought we might still be up. And then said he'd call again in the morning to let us know what was going on. Now, I don't generally like calls in the middle of the night but I definitely could handle a 3am call saying "baby is here, all is well!". Instead, I spent the entire night dreaming, waking, worrying, crying, overthinking, freaking.

And now, this morning, it's now 8:30 and I haven't heard a single word. I've tried calling but no answer there either at my parents' house, my sister's house (where Dad was supposed to go to take care of the nephew), or my parents' craptastic cellphone.

So I wait. And come up with a million worst-case scenarios. Or a million best-case scenarios which then make me remember how screwed up my family is because good or bad, it reminds me that we're not close and I'm out of the loop.

We won't even address the matter of baby sister having her second child when I still can't wrap my head around having one. Or all of the delightful nurturing things my mother had to say during the first call. Or so much more.

Sorry, not a happy-go-lucky post but until I hear something, I'm just not a happy-go-lucky Cate. Hopefully I'll have good news for tomorrow. Thanks to all of you for allowing me to sometimes have these posts because I don't have anywhere else to go with it. You all rock.

P.S. Isn't that just the way? I was just ready to hit publish when the phone rang. Baby was born at 3:20am, everyone's fine. Phew!