Hey Jakey,

Today was a horrible, horrible, feckin' horrible day. Last night I sent the last pages to the printer at 1 am. Thought I was done for another 3 months. But no, I was woken up at 7 am by a frantic phone call from S. A missing ad. Then at 7:14 by B, needing an ad revision. THEN, at 8, a call from the printer saying they never got ANY of my pages.

So I sent them all again, and all the settings were wrong. So I sent them all AGAIN, still wrong. Wronger, if possible. So I spent all of today downloading fixes and patches and re-sending pages and pissing off the printer bureau and sobbing and yelling.

Meanwhile, your SLP stops by in the afternoon, so I have to drop everything to spend an hour with the two of you. Which was fine. I like her and so do you. But she seemed to be in a bad mood, and she shorted us about 15 minutes.

Then... Dr. C's office calls, to tell me the results of last week's triple screen. Turns out the new baby has a 1-in-2400 chance of one particular genetic anomaly, and a 1-in-4500 chance for another. THAT at least, was fantastic news.

But in my delicate, nauseous, exhausted, frustrated state, it probably wasn't the optimum time to get such important news. I got off the phone and started crying like there was no tomorrow. Daddy said stop it, you're scaring Jake. Then he hugged me. I guess I didn't realize how worried I was about it until I heard the results. I'm an old lady, three years older than I was the first time around, and I was old then. Means I have an exponentially higher chance of something going wrong.

I finally calmed down long enough get the rest of my pages sent, hopefully for the last time.

Oh, and the mailman brought you a new shirt today. Only "Lost" fanatics will think it's funny. "Dharma University. Are you GOOD ENOUGH to be an OTHER?" Hopefully I'm not starting you down a path of serious geekdom, y'know the kinda kid who watches Star Wars a million times rather than going out with girls... Even though, I'd still love you lots!