When we were waiting for our first referral I wasn’t sure how “the call” would come. I assumed Olga would phone us. Every time the phone rang I jumped thinking it was time. Of course in the back of my mind I knew I would have a bit of a wait. So when the phone rang one day and the caller ID said it was the trusty husband I didn’t think anything of it. That is until he said “it’s a boy.” Our referral came in the form of an email and to his account no less.
I knew better the second time around that it would be an email. This time I jumped anytime the email notifier popped up. I began to hear the little bing-bing everywhere I went. Same thing when we were waiting for our court date. Bing-bing. Doing the dishes, bing-bing. In the car, bing-bing. Obviously I wouldn’t be able to hear that little sound in my car, but there was so much anticipation that it was slowly killing me.
I am currently waiting for something big to happen. And I should be getting a phone call any day now. So for the last week I swear I hear my cell phone ring every two seconds. I panic when I have to go into a restaurant and I turn it on vibrate and then forget to turn it back. I jump at every text message thinking it is the news I am waiting to hear. Nope, just my friend Carlos giving me condolences at the Penguins loss. (GAH)
I am certain I am going crazy. This afternoon I was sitting at my desk and thought I heard my phone. I jumped up, ran to my purse nearly killing myself as I slid on the wood floors to lunge for my phone. Nope. Just the neighbor kids outside.
And just so you can have that song stuck in your head too… this is the song my phone plays when it rings.