Plants are a good thing ...

Here we are ... the third day of September ... my beta is down to 13.2 ... a good sign ... a sign that nothing is going to explode inside of me due to an ectopic pregnancy. Hey ... at least I can get pregnant, right? PAH--LEEZ!! I can't tell you how many times I've heard that over the last 14 years, and if I hear that one more time, I'll puke...

Today my department sent me a basket of plants. It was very thoughtful ... I think ...

The card read "Thinking of you and wishing you the best in the future."

Now, you need to understand, that one of the girls we work with just had a cyst and one of her ovaries removed a couple days ago, a guy we work with has taken vacation to go to Brazil "just to have his passport stamped" (something about his residency status there), our boss in on business in Egypt, Jordan, and England, and the only people left in the office are me, our 6 month pregnant secretary, and a loving, and very kind woman in her 50's.

So, needless to say, I walked back to my office and said to the other two that are in the office ... either someone sent this basket of plants to me by accident instead of the girl that just had surgery, or ... I'm getting fired and you know about it before I do.

Know what they said?

"Nah ... we sent it to you ... you've just been going through a lot these past three months, and we didn't know what to say or do, so we just wanted you to know we were thinking about you."

Sob.