On a lighter note

Today marks the one year anniversary that my baby was taken from my body. It has been a gut wrenching, tear jerking couple of days but thankfully I get to get away today. I am heading off for work and staying in a 5 star hotel. I have a massage booked for tonight and I am going to get room service and pamper myself while watching Big Brother.

But the hormones! Can I actually survive the next 25 weeks? Better question would probably be will Matt survive the next 25 weeks? Yesterday when I got home I was in one of those moods. I was ready to fight with anyone who looked at me wrong. Matt had been home the majority of the day and he had accomplished the couple things I asked. But did I acknowledge that? No. However I did make a point out of the dishes still being in the sink and supper was not made. He had a valid reason for the supper, most stuff makes me sick but I assumed he could read my mind and knew I wanted popcorn. Instead I stomped upstairs.

So like a good little boy he went and did the dishes and made supper. Unfortunetly he made beef, which does make me sick. Even the smell of it cooking makes me sick. So when he delivered it upstairs and I got a whiff I promptly threw up. And then I cried.

I felt so bad making him go through all that and I couldn't even appreciate it. So I waited till the smell dissapated and went downstairs and made myself popcorn.

This morning he awoke before me and by the time I heard my alarm, he was making noises from the kitchen. He came upstairs where I was getting ready and delivered breakfast and coffee. Just thinking of it right now brings tears to my eyes. I don't mean to be angry, its the hormones! (I wonder how long I can use that excuse?)