Y'all are good people.

I've gotten several calls/texts/emails from several of my friends and family asking how I'm dealing with Ace's new little development. I'm really doing okay. I have to keep reminding myself that worrying doesn't help, and wringing my hands every day till June 27th is not going to help Ace if, indeed, anything is wrong. I can't believe I'm actually following my own advice, but I'm really doing okay.

He has been saying "ba" and "da" a little today, as if to say "Hey Mom, it's all good." Melinda thinks he's mad that I posted a picture of him pooping, and is simply not talking to me. She could be right. That was kinda mean of me.

On May 30th, 2006, my water broke, starting this little journey. Every once in a while, when I think I might have a touch of the baby fever, I start reading the posts from May 30th, 2006 through August-ish. Clams me right up, I tell you.