Keep Singing

This morning I feel pregnant. You know, that sick stomache, woozy head, shaky, "there better be a bustin' good prize at the end of this rot" feeling that only knowing there will be a sweet, pink, scrunchy-eyed darling waiting at the end of the pain is worth? I washed it down with tea, floated a soda cracker and lined up the nine (count them, nine!) medications I'm supposed to take this morning. I had good e-mail from my baby in Kalamazoo, wondering if anyone was taking care of her chemoqueen today. It was nice to know she was thinking about her old Voldemort mama. My next chemotherapy is in this same month, which makes it feel soon, but I'm feeling so positive with the end in sight. School is running smoothly thanks to a wonderful permanent sub. I know that is a load off my mind too. The weather is too beautiful. Two of my grandsons began preschool on Wednesday, posting happy pictures on Facebook. I got to see Caroline, my granddaughter and her parents who returned Wednesday from a playdate with Washington D.C. Em and Dave are still hopefully waiting for news on their house. Things are going smoothly with Radu in Italy. I got more mail from supportive family, and phone calls from wonderful neighbors who continue to insist on contributing good care for my tummy and soul (mmm...jamba!) These are the best reasons for living, so I'm going to keep singing in the shower!