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January 07, 2004
"Can you hear me now?"
It's been a long day.
Despite my hopes the monster movie "Fabulous Babe vs. Morning Sickness" is back for an extended engagement. Three command performances at the Gym this morning. Ugh.
Farmer Dad had some pretty serious surgery today. At the last minute the venue was changed due to the ER being flooded with people from an accident. He's doing fine but will be in ICU for a few days.
Topping it off I missed our doctors appointment this afternoon due to a meeting I had to attend. (Never have I hated work more.) By the time I got to the car FB was already on the table. I called and low and behold, through the magic of cellular phone technology FB and Doctor Molotov turned up the volume and I heard...
"Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh."
That's it. That's what a baby's heartbeat sounds like at 15 weeks and two sevenths. (Doctor Molotov's fraction, not mine.) I'm driving on I-94 getting ready to take the ramp to I-494 and I get to hear "Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh."
It's funny how the smallest of things can make a really crappy day so much better.
Posted by Jim at January 7, 2004 10:14 PM