I said I would never do a lot of things.
Well I moved states away from my family. A 9X12 uhaul and loaded down red truck tugged along with literally everything we owned. The second day we moved, while we were still sleeping on a very deflated air mattress, we found out we were expecting. We had a week of celebration and unpacking.... then like a sick joke the switch flipped. Welcome all day sickness. And heart burn that will not quit.
And then I experienced hormones.
I won't really every say this to my husband, because I know he will bring it up again, but he is a saint. I am mean. I tell him to brush his teeth, stop chewing, why are you breathing so loud, don't talk about that, I DON'T FEEL GOOD, stop asking me what to do and DO IT!
..... like I said, he is an EXTREMELY patient man, I love him so much.
And then I realized I could cry about anything.
Babies, the sight of babies, all bets are off. I am like a loose faucet. When I hear country music. Talking about my mom. Any movie or commercial.
And with all this, I am still the wife.My husband would live weeks with milk, hot sauce, and some meat. So I do the shopping. I said I would never be that person that opens food in the store. I would never go out in my pj's. I would get dressed every morning. I would wear pants. There comes a moment where you are walking down an aisle and you see something, hear it, smell it or think it and then you are kneeled over gaging/coughing and seriously considering laying on the cool floor next to my basket that you give up. I now try to come with snacks, but I walk in and grab a drink and then start out.
I am not saying my life is impossible. My sister compares me to a dementor.
So here is the thing, I moved for school. I married my best friend. We are over the moon about this little baby.
More to come, I was waiting for this handsome guy to come home. He did.
Goodnight.
