I ran a mile today! YAY! There is such a HUGE diference between one and zero. Think about it, one kid, versus zero kids. That's a big difference. One hubby versus zero, one language, one day of rest, one sport you participate in, one reason to vote etc. etc. So one mile can look pretty little on a runner's blog like this, but it is just a beginning. It's a comeback!!! from the world's most ridiculous and pointless ankle sprain (meaning, of course, I don't even have a cool story to tell about the ordeal). I felt great on this little run, and I can't wait to get out there again on Monday. I think next year I should sprain my ankle in June, and come back in Sept. when it begins to broil less. I feel so fresh and excited about running through this...er, these next 7-8 months (avoiding the "p" word still).
My oldest son Samuel was baptized today. He looked like such a little angel in his little white jumpsuit, and he was so happy! Every time I looked at him he was giving someone a big hug. This is one of the biggest days in his life, and probably the most important, other than possibly the day he gets married. 
What really made it special was having James' parents come all the way from North Carolina. His Dad gave the talk on the Holy Ghost, and his Mom sang a beautiful duet with James. I played the piano for the whole thing (there were 4 kids getting baptized). Now do a quick calculation and figure out how many adults that leaves in the pews to guard, I mean, take care of my 6 year-old and my 3 year-old. Zip. That is how my 3 year-old ended up on the stand, wandering around during the songs. But overall, it was just such a sweet experience for me and my family. 
In other news, I had an ultrasound yesterday. Everything looked completely normal and healthy--sac, placenta, yolk sac, except for this tiny little detail that they couldn't find the baby. I measured 6 weeks 4 days. Usually they can see the embryo and the beating heart at that stage. The doctor said we'll check again in 2 weeks, in the meantime don't worry, it's probably just too early. Hmmmm. Why is it that as soon as a doctor tells you not to worry, it is about the only thing you can do? Probably because I am a stinker. Not the most obedient patient here! (I've already planned out how I'm going to flee the scene the next time they try to draw my blood. That phlebotamist must be at least 60--she probably won't be able to catch me if I make a run for it. The only reason she got me last time was because the nurse headed me off.) Happy Saturday, all!
Oh, and I've been poking around on the blog a little bit today. Man oh man, I am really feeling for Lucia (Argentine Rocket) and Walter (Wall-E), and the rest of you injured bloggers. Get well soon! | 