This week has been extra difficult. Aside from just the crazy logistics, such as waking up at the butt crack of dawn 3 days this week and not coming home until 8pm on some nights, this week has also been riddled with crisis after crisis. And, as if the universe wanted to get in one last kick before the weekend, to make me work just a bit harder, today (Friday) could not end with of course, another big crisis. A child was removed with my help, and that is always devastating in and of itself. On top of that, I and my agency have to now prepare for safety precautions in case our physical health gets in danger due to some of these crisis situations. This work is extremely rewarding though challenging, and it is very, very rare for me to fear for my physical safety. Perhaps it’s my hyper sense of protection toward Baby Bean and the fact that I’m pregnant, but I am really hyper vigilant about keeping myself safe, and this particular case does not bode well for that. Please, everyone, keep me in your good thoughts and give me safe energy. I will need it over the course of the next month or so.

In other news, Dave and I have been trying to de-stress with various little things, such as playing with our laptop computers, knitting, and general zoning out in front of the television. We talk to Baby Bean everyday. I’m already a week into my third trimester — it comes so fast! Just 12 more weeks to go (roughly 3 months, give or take a couple weeks depending on when Bean wants to make her earthly debut)! We are ever so excited, and I’m getting ever so big. I’m starting to waddle. Husband giggles every time he sees me, but then again, so does everyone else. I think the sight of a pregnant Helen just cracks people up. Heh.