A Watched Pot Never Boils or A Gripped Cell Phone Never Rings...

I seriously thought I was going to implode this morning. On Friday, Glen called me by 8:20 am. So of course, I assumed he would call this morning around the same time.

And I was wrong.

I carried the darn cell phone around with me all morning. I moved it from the kitchen to the living room to the bathroom and then kept it in my hand while we drove to church. We sat in the back row during Sunday School while we were supposed to be learning about David and Saul. I could not concentrate. Could not. I'm certain there were important lessons I should have been learning but I all I kept thinking was call. "Call. Please call. Why isn't he calling? I can't do this. I'm going to go insane. Call. What if something's wrong? Seriously. I just need to know. CAAAAALLLLLLL."

That went on all the way through Sunday School and through most of the worship service. Our pastor was preaching on "What does the bible say about depression?" and I was honestly trying to pay attention. I was fascinated a southern baptist pastor was touching that subject. And more impressed he was giving practical advice on what to do. Not to mention impressed that David wrote a whole Psalm about his depression.

And then the phone buzzed.

For the love of all things holy, FINALLY.

Glen started off by saying, "Mrs. Evans, well, it's day three and they look really good."

Oh, I need to sit down. Light-headed. Knees shaking. Pulse racing. What did he just say?

What does "really good" mean exactly? Are they all alive? How many cells?

All alive, (4) 8 cell, (1) 7 cell but that one's about to divide and (1) that's growing slowly. But you have (1) 11 cell superstar. They look really good so we'll do a five day transfer on Tuesday.

A superstar?

Yeah, that one's really taking off.

Ah, well, that would be our little girl, Glen.

Laughter. The nurses will call you tomorrow to give you a schedule for Tuesday.

Okay, thanks Glen.

And then I let out the longest sigh of my life. Chris and I hugged, we said a prayer of gratitude and then went back inside to hear more about David's depression. Although, I didn't hear much. I was too busy thanking God for our little seven amazing miracles!