This isn't a how-to. I'm not a pinterest mom. I'm a firm believer in faking it 'til you make it. This is for all the millennials out there who secretly have no idea what they're doing. I'm looking at you, millennial caregivers. 

The Pending Probe...

I'm starting to lose it. I really am. Today I ate an entire bag of sour gummy candy. I believe there were four servings in there. Sigh. 

Our genetics lab told us that our assigned scientist had an unexpected medical emergency and needed to take medical leave. My mind immediately went to our probe. We have been waiting almost 12 weeks for this test to be built. (And only 2 more weeks to go). Would this bump in the road delay the process further?! And then, of course, I thought about this poor scientist and how I'm the most awful person in the world for thinking about myself first. 

They are reassigning our case to another scientist and will update us as soon as he or she has taken over. They've told me that our case has priority now over others. I don't know if that really means anything at all. 

Every minute is like an hour. I guess when you're waiting for something like this, it's hard not to be suffocated by the anticipation. There's a piece of me that feels a little lonely. Even though there are two of us going through the process, S is so calm and collected. Maybe he's that way because he knows I'm a mess. Or maybe he's just better at waiting. Either way, I always feel a little embarrassed when I tell him how unstable I'm feeling. 

Until this probe is done, there's always candy :) 

And We're Off!

Minutes are CREEPING