I have to stop taunting to gods. First I shot off at the mouth about how great my July was going, and things corrected themselves. Then I gave a little missive about how precarious life is. The next morning (the. next. morning.) my wife was spotting and we spent the day in the hospital. I've been quiet on this one until I knew more about what was going on and I felt comfortable talking about it. We almost lost the baby. Things are fine, but she's been on bed rest since.
Not sure I am going to be able to do my race this weekend. If it weren't for my wife's grandmother coming out to help, I don't know what we would have done for the last week. It was sad enough to think "I have no family to call for help," but to have to say it out loud sucked. We should get the all clear on Thurs, but who knows? Scary stuff to be sure. It's like I keep saying...life gets more difficult the older you get.
