The Panic

We have about four days and counting until race day.  I wish that I could say that all is set.  I wish that I could tell you that I am very excited at over 100 participants who have already registered.  However, I can not.  I am still waiting for the official proof of insurance to come through.  If I don't get that, I have to call all those people and cancel.

I am learning a lot of patience.  I am praying almost constantly that all goes well.  Most importantly, I am learning to delegate some tasks so I am not so overwhelmed.   And I am learning to let go of certain aspects of my vision. At this rate I doubt that we will raise any money for the pregnancy help centers.  I have come to terms with just having a fun event that raises awareness of the need to save the unborn. 

That is just the race.  I don't even want to talk about the constant contractions most days and the fact that I haven't even packed a bag yet for the hospital.  Well, the baby will just have to wait.  At least until the weekend is over.  I will have to leave it here for now.   It is almost time to pick-up the kindergartner.  It was picture day today at school.  Hopefully, the girls' hair held out until they said, "cheese".