Waiting For Another Call

When this blog began, I was spending a lot of time waiting for a phone call.  Every time my phone would ring, my stomach would tighten and my heart rate would increase.  This was over laid with a sense of excitement laced with fear.  For months I would pick up the phone, only to be disappointed that it was not my transplant center telling me it was time.

I now find myself in a somewhat similar situation.  Each time my phone rings, my stomach churns, my heart races, and I am forced to take a deep breathe before looking to see who it is.  I still have a feeling of excitement, but the fear is absent.

Now we are anxiously awaiting the call that tells me that our baby is on the way.  I am sure that the same blistering madness will ensue when we got that call as we once again rush to another hospital.  This time will be different though.  This time we will be going to welcome our new baby.