Some Witty Lyric About Time

Unfortuantely I can not think of a short, witty, fairly known song lyric about time and how stinkin' slowly it passes due to the fact that I got up uber early to make it to lab uber early to be done uber early for the holiday. Therefore my brain is uber mush, and you all must suffer the consequences.

Right now we are in phase 1 waiting, and it is way worse than I had thought it would be. And it is only two weeks. I guess maybe it is just the uncertainty of awaiting 'acceptance'. Once that hurdle has been cleared the waiting won't be so bad, at least we will know what the outcome will be. I have a million questions and worries raging through my head. When is the 2 week wait for application acceptance over? Did the count start the day I mailed, or the day they got it in the mail? Or maybe it was the day they finally opened it. And did the count get restarted when we had to send some more stuff in? What does it mean if we don't know by the 2 week mark? What does it mean that my computer took 15 minutes to boot up on Monday? Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh.

Okay, I am fine now. I guess it is just hard waiting and wondering and feeling judged. It is another case of I feel so close to finally starting our family, but it is still an obstacle course and several months away. What happens if I fall off the rope into the mud pit? Is it a do-over, or a go back to the beginng, do not pass go, do not collect $200? Ok, enough with the convoluted metaphors, I think it is fairly obvious my brain is still asleep. We will know soon enough, hopefully in the next week (that would be two weeks from the day they recieved it), and I am sure I will look back at these entries and laugh about me being worried about nothing (knock on wood).

Hope everyone enjoys their Fourth of July. Watch lots of fireworks, eat lots of burgers, and write your name in the air as many times as possible with your sparkler. But be careful. Sparklers are the number two culprit in firework injuries, second only to fire crackers.