My husband passed his stage check for flying. Great news. And a bit of a big deal. He stopped at a public pool afterward to have a cool down and some time to relax before driving the four-ish hours home. He informed me via a cute little video of him in the actual pool and the message, “Celebratory dip, then heading home to my beautiful, pregnant, wife 😎”.
Initially, I responded that I wanted to swim with him, because I did. But then, after rereading his message, I found myself saying aloud, “I’m someone’s beautiful, pregnant wife,” as I totally broke down into sobs. They were of joy, of course. But the whole pregnancy thing makes emotions all the stronger, and the fact of my being pregnant – and successfully this time – combing with being beautiful to someone and with being that someone’s wife just threw me into an intense, sob-filled joy for a while. Totally ugly cry, not pretty cry on that one. And then I missed my husband. And I wished I could be in that pool with him. And I wished I weren’t so sick and could have just gone with him in the first place. AKA lots of emotion in those few minutes there. But it was great.
On the other hand, lots of emotion tonight, when I hurled for a solid five minutes, losing all the food I had been able to eat for dinner etc. And it burned, too, which makes it all the worse. So, dreadful experience there that also had me in ugly tears and sobs.
And then I found out that my husband had to take a rest – which I fully support, by the way, because tired driving is not okay, not at all, but it still made me sad that it would be longer before I got to see him again – and so wouldn’t be home in half an hour, as originally predicted.
So, I’m in bed now, feeling ill, throat still tingling a bit, back of my mouth totally weird-feeling and warm, hoping I’ll be able to sleep for a while. And also that I forget about the silverfish that was crawling on the foot of the bed after my shower tonight. Our home is cleaner than ever, and yet we have more bugs than ever. I am so over this pest control company. Clearly, they are not effective. It was both cheaper and loads more effective when my husband just did it all on his own. But we have to go through their July treatment in order not to have to back-pay the discount we got when we signed up last year. So, one more month with them, then never again with them. Yippee.
Oh, golly…
God, keep my husband safe, please. Make this baby well and healthy and all we have longed to have for our family, please. Help me to sleep well at night, tonight includes. Heal me of this nausea and bloating, please… please. Help my grandma to find comfort and joy, despite the loss of her friend. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2024
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