You know that feeling when you’re at the top of the roller coaster, just about to go over the top and down the big plunge, plummeting headlong to your doom? But then you survive and it turns out the whole thing was really a lot of fun? I’m hoping I look back on the next week and remember how great it was, not that it was stressful. But it is what it is! And by this time tomorrow I’ll have my new grandson in my arms, probably right alongside the 2 year old. He’s not big on sharing. With any luck they’ll be home from the hospital by Friday, then next week is Christmas. It’ll be pretty low-key this year, pretty much all about the baby. But then, wasn’t it always supposed to be about a baby?