What's Up with This?

The Husband God Gave Me loves to sleep in total darkness, with the humming sound of a fan in the background. Frankly, I can sleep anywhere.

For some reason, I have been watching M*A*S*H reruns into the wee hours of the morning. It's strangely comforting to me, although I can't imagine why a sitcom about war is comforting, as it seems as if it should be disturbing. But, anyway...I degress...

So, I have been flopping down on the livingroom couch to sleep. I enjoy having all the Christmas lights on and it is incredibly quiet.

Lately, I have been waking up at 7:00 AM with or without an alarm. This morning, I was awakened by a phone call at 8:45. As I stumbled through the house, shocked by what time it was and knowing that Daughter would be arriving at any time, I glanced at the Caller ID. The call was from the hospital. The very same hospital were Daughter will be having her baby.

It was a 'wrong number'.

Now, of all the times and the places for a 'wrong number' call to occur, why now? Why from the hospital?

Daughter arrived a few minutes later.

She wished it had been from her.

I think I'm starting to get a teensy bit anxious about all of this. Ya' think?