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Things are going well, but for some reason I have been afraid to post and say so. I do realize how ridiculous this sounds, but it seems as if every time I write an entry saying that all is well, some fresh hell descends upon me. I am not a particularly superstitious person under normal circumstances, but of course these are not normal circumstances, and logic takes a holiday. I certainly didn’t mean to worry you all, or cause a kerfluffle. There is still no wireless, which is another reason for my relative silence, and the source of much woe around here. I can get Internet access for a few minutes a day with the laptop against the window, but it is both awkward and unreliable.

Today I am feeling rather contract-y, but I am still pregnant and infection free. They are not giving me anything to stop contractions, as it has been decided that if I go into labor there is probably a good reason for it. My peris seem to know what they are talking about, but it does make the nerves sing to wonder with every contraction whether I will be delivering that day.

To distract myself I am attempting for the three-hundredth time to learn Photoshop, and as usual, failing spectacularly. If I can get online this week I may endeavor to redesign my site, which is always an iffy proposition when you possess no technical skills, so if things start disappearing and changing color, don’t be alarmed. It beats calling funeral homes, which is what I am supposed to be doing.

Thank you all for checking up on me. I will try to get this uploaded now, and write more tomorrow.

25 weeks yesterday…