Today I woke up and I was ready to receive my mri results. I thought, "I can handle this today." But as the day wore on, my resolve disappeared. By the time 330 rolled around and I hadn't heard anything, I just turned off my phone I was so scared that it was going to ring when I wasn't prepared.
When Chris gets home I'll check my messages. If there is a message to call back, I'll at least be able to call when I feel strong again. Is this being a chicken or a control freak? Or a controlling chicken?
Of course, the kids are crabby tonight and all over me. Chris will be late with the snow, but I'm still in love with the weather.
Our 6 month postplacement is tomorrow. I'm excited to see her, but sad that this will be our last visit. I will miss her.