Look at me, I'm a Twirl-o-Paint

Well, here it is, Monday Morning.

I'm feeling a little like ... no, a lot like ... a twirl-o-paint.

Did you have one of those when you were a kid? We did.

You put paper in on that little rack that holds it in place, and drip different colors of paint onto it while it twirls around, and the paint spins and splatters and runs together. You don't really know what it will look like until you're done, and it can be a little messy while it's in process.

So I'm a Twirl-o-Paint of emotion today, with all the different hopes and fears and twinges and reactions swirling and splattering all around and mixing together. The twirling is making me a little dizzy and nauseous, really. And we won't know how it turns out until it's done.

I'm sure glad God is in control. With so many ups and downs and mixed emotions and fears, I wouldn't even know what to think or do. I'm glad He does.

Anyway.

My midwife is coming over at 1:30 Eastern.

I'll let you know later this afternoon how it goes.