OH, HAPPY DAY!! Oh wait....DAMN!

So, I was a total stressball last night and early this morning, worrying about this little volunteer-training/shift-coverage crisis that came up at the moms center where I'm the volunteer coordinator and how it looked like I was going to have to haul my nauseous butt out there to do the training, but CRAP I told Danny he could take the car to work so I'd have to contact the folks about borrowing a car and how would the timing of all that work with my dentist appointment I had for getting some cavities checked out and SHAME, SHAME, SHAME on me for getting cavities while pregnant in the first place because now I had to research and stress about what kind of toxic filling to get (the mercury amalgam, or the BPA-laden composite resin, or go for broke and find a dentist that could do gold fillings (and put some *bling* in my smile!)), and with all that going on, how would I write the press release for my client for sending on Friday? Gah! Toss, turn, toss, turn.

But then, this morning, I had an email from another volunteer saying she could do the training (THANK YOU!!!) and help cover some of the shift. And, I managed to get a start on the press release AND give Audrey a bath (miracle of miracles!!). AND THEN, I went to the dentist and not only do I not not have cavities, I don't have pregnancy gingivitis or ANYTHING ELSE wrong with my teeth or gums. The pain in my mouth is likely due to my SINUSES and I need to see my doctor. HALLELUJAH!!!!! I don't have to poison my fetus AND I'm not a dental hygiene fuck-up!

BUT THEN, less than a half hour into my cavity-free bliss, I talked to my brother and found out that his son, Phoenix--Audrey's cousin and bestest pal--was just diagnosed with Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease. Ack! And we were just over there playing with Phoenix for a couple hours on Monday, thinking how cute it is that they like to give each other hugs and kisses! Ack! Ack! The incubation period is 3-7 days, so we won't know for a while if we are out of the woods. Then my brother just called me back to say, "I don't want to freak you out, but I just heard from a woman at work that HF&M is dangerous for pregnant women, so call your midwife." ACK ACK ACK! [I just did a little poking around online, and I don't know if I need to freak out that much; I'm more freaked about poor Audrey getting it and having to suffer for a week.]

So, we'll wait and see what the midwives say, and whether Audrey gets it. In the meantime, it's back to worry worry, stress stress stress! (Oh, and did I mention my inlaws are coming into town tomorrow for a four-night visit??)