Love, Frustration, Expectation
I am 31 weeks. I have 9 weeks to go until my due date. 5 weeks until I hit that “last month” mark. That’s kind of key for me. That was the point I didn’t get to with Devin (he was stillborn at 35w5d), the month that I lost. It’s significant. I’m counting down.
The husband and I are getting along really well throughout this house remodel, except when he says the wrong words, then we aren’t getting along well at all. I tend to hover at the edge of tears – minutes after laughing and smiling happily, gleefully. What did you say?? WELL FINE. I’LL GO DOWNSTAIRS AND CRY. Husband has, I am certain, contemplated running away. Or maybe boarding me up in a padded room. I love him. Most of the time. (It’s the hormones, I swear.)
What you’re doing – growing one baby while grieving and remembering another – is such hard work, and you’re remodeling your house on top of it. I’m sorry the pressure is increasing but congrats on 31 weeks and I’m thinking of you.
sympathies to the husband. mine also skirts along the edges of saying the right/wrong thing within seconds – split seconds sometimes of each other!
not sure if you want the next few weeks to fly or not – so hoping you get through this time as best you can!
Ah yes, the hormones. My husband laughed at me last night after I started crying at a “How to Train Your Dragon” commercial. Bastard. =D