Slightly Scared

So I'm a little fearful at the moment and not getting anything done. E. Mervivian is due in August and I'm "10 weeks" along. I went to the doctor today for what amounted to a completely useless visit. The ultrasound machine is down so the midwife used a little doppler thing, which works effectively at hearing heartbeats after 13 weeks or so. It very rarely works at 10 weeks unless it is directly over the baby, and, obviously, did not today. While the very nice midwife explained that everything is fine and if I haven't had any bleeding or problems the baby is surely fine and I did not yell at her "I had no problems, no bleeding, no nothing last year at 10 weeks and my little fetus was dead" I'm still all worried.
And I do not want to write my syllabi or walk home in the slush falling from the sky.
(The Mister and I are thrilled about Ewaldina Mervivan Phogg, by the way. The paranoid nature of post should not be taken that I am anything other than delighted to announce his/her future presence to you.)

Cubs vs. Rockies and other Irrational Fears

So I looked at this morning's paper (which did not include the results of yesterday's baseball games) and realized that if the Cubs held on (which seemed likely), and if the Rockies held on and the stars were aligned (which seemed unlikely, but the Rockies were on an 11 game winning streak) then the Cubs would be facing the Rockies in the first series of the play-offs.

I had never envisioned this scenario. It scared me. I have no idea who I would cheer for. I felt paralyzed. Why hadn't I considered this before?

I always thought I had my priorities clearly ranked: Rockies, Cubs, Royals, Mariners and whatever home team I happen to be at, in that order. But Rockies-Cubs in the play-offs? Ack! Home for 30 years vs. family home? Two underdogs! What would I do?

Which leads to a long list of irrational fears-- I'm worried that someday I'll need to do something heroic to save someone and be physically unable to because of some stench. I spent the year I was 19 mentally explaining to Bruce Hornsby how I couldn't date him, so I would have the wording prepared in case the need ever arose. Jennifer needs shoes in which she can outrun psycopaths. What unlikely scenarios are you ready for? Or not?