The music in my head

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.

She Will Be Loved

16 Comment

  1. Jenny2 says: Reply


  2. tease . . . when do we get to find out what it is?

  3. mom says: Reply

    I second that!

  4. Bev says: Reply

    I know and so does Dad! Way to go!! Luv ya, MIL

  5. I second the “Eat!” and raise you a !?!?!?!??!!?

  6. ‘cept you wouldn’t need to wait a week on a phone call for that. Hmmmm. . . I’m stumped.

  7. mom says: Reply

    Hey! Thats not fair!

  8. Lena says: Reply

    Hihi, I know what you are waiting for … sorry if I got your hopes up when I called. 🙂

  9. tee hee

    if you don’t post it soon, we can all just call you tomorrow to chat about nothings.

    I am evil, I know.

  10. Jenny says: Reply

    Why does Lena always know everything?

  11. Yeah … what are Lena’s special powers …

    Oh yeah, Swedish Princess Power.

    Hee hee. 😉

  12. mom says: Reply

    Lena… just head over to Farkle land and we’ll talk. “K?”

  13. Lena says: Reply

    This is hysterical.

    And I did swing by to Farkle, but nobody was home.

  14. Tricia says: Reply

    I *think* I know what this is all about. Is it the reason why you can’t go see George Michael with me?

    ps. I’m still date-less. I am trying to decide whether I should take my husband (not sure if he would appreciate the screams), my sister (who I didn’t know like George Michael and actually wants to go) or Rita (who would LOVE it, but I think she’s too young).

  15. Jenny says: Reply

    Oh, I finally remembered

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