MUCH better!

Okay, so it’s amazing what a hot shower, a good night’s sleep and a holiday won’t cure. 

Last week I had this moment where a random irrational fear hit me that our kid would get nabbed, tagged wrong, or that they’d try to bring us some other baby in such a crazy hospital like LDS…a hospital that I’ve never been to and have no idea about, but which I’m damning from the start just because I was disappointed about my first choice of location falling through…and then I realized that the combination of our genes will make it virtually IMPOSSIBLE for anyone to try and pull a switcheroo with the Woodbury offspring.  Yeah, go ahead!  Just try and pass off our porcelain red-headed chubby girl to the Latin family in the next room!  He he he.  I’d love to see what they’d do!  With as pasty, see-through, pale-white-fair as Jon and I are…combine those genes in a child, and she will probably come out with the freckles already everywhere she has skin!  Hard to pass that combo off as someone else’s!  And there are probably not that many of them being born on the same day regardless.

I’m not so afraid anymore.

I’m still disappointed to be forced into decisions regarding the hospital we’re going to deliver our baby in, but our baby has been kicking and squirming and generally making her presence known for the last two days, and that always makes me smile.  Hi honey!  I realized too (with a little help from my friends) that as long as my doc makes an appearance, the nurses aren’t mean, and Jon is there holding our squirming little red-headed miracle while we all cry for joy, then none of the rest of it really matters.

We’ll be fine.  I’m fine.  No worries.  Karma can’t kick me for long without a surge of positive retaliation.  HA!  Take that, Karma!

~ by bylorena on November 26, 2007.