So, two nights ago, there was another thunderstorm. It was bad enough that it woke me up — a little. It woke me up just enough that it sent me into a momentary panic. I apparently have associated thunderstorms with miscarriage. In my sleepy haze, I actually was convinced the storm was going to cause me to miscarry again. (Neat trick, one week later.) “Again?” I apparently mumbled, “Really?” And then fell back asleep.