Well, guess I'll just sit here, having a heart attack all night.

So, this afternoon, my husband and I went in for our 36-week growth ultrasound. All seemed well, baby was being his usual active self, and our ultrasound technician didn't seem to be acting weird and said he was measuring right where she was hoping he'd be. About 20 minutes later, after I'd left the office and was in the middle of a phone call with a family friend who just lost someone close to him, the doctor's office calls me (at 4:56 PM my time). I couldn't take the call because I was trying to be supportive to my friend and wound up checking my messages after it was over...only to learn that my OB's nurse left me a message asking that I call her back as soon as I get a chance, and that the office opens at 8:00 AM tomorrow. Awesome. Thanks for leaving me a message at the very end of the day, when you know your office is closing in less than 5 minutes and being all cryptic about what it is that you want. I know that there are likely many possible explanations for why she would call me that do NOT involve imminent disaster, but of course, I'm now sitting here imagining worst case scenario after worst case scenario. You'd think that someone whose office specializes in working with pregnant women would know better than to do this. Even if this does turn out to be a big deal (and, oh God, I hope not), wouldn't it have been kinder to just call me in the morning, since it obviously wasn't something that had to be addressed tonight? Ugh.

(Oh, and hi, everyone! I have been a lurker here for weeks and weeks and love seeing the support you all offer one another.)