Anxious

Three posts in three days!

Don't I have a life anymore, you may ask? Well, I do . . . it's just not getting accomplished. At this moment I am sluggishly working on the laundry, but in general I just feel too sick to do much. It's especially bad in the evening-- I'm running out of steam and I still have two piano lesson tonight (maybe). Normally, my sister Camie comes to clean and bails me out a bit, but she has not shown up yet today, and I'm as antsy as can be. I talked to Terence for a little while, but of course he's working and still has to do his job.

I feel like I might just scream in a few minutes. I'm getting tenser by the second and oh-so-restless.

My problem is that tomorrow morning is THE ultrasound. The one that (in my mind) will tell me whether or not I am going to be able to keep this baby. The last few days I've done very well; I've been optimistic and cheerful and not anxious at all. But as the clock ticks nearer to tomorrow morning, the anxiety is building and building and not showing any signs of stopping.

If I wasn't already so nauseous, I think I'd be queasy from the stress. So much for dinner. How am I going to make it through the night???