20 Hours: The first night
Well, it's been 20 hours since I last saw my husband. (I got to give him a quick few hugs as he passed through town late last night on his way to New Mexico!) And I've only talked to him on the phone about a dozen times! (Thank God for Unlimited Calling on our cell phones!!)
I made it through my first night alone. I have to admit, I slept on the couch. With the TV on. (It was very uncomfortable as I'm six months pregnant!) I couldn't fall asleep, so I turned on the TV and crashed that way. But I was up 45 minutes before my alarm went off, so a fairly sleepless night. But, none the less. I survived my first night. And I think each one here after will be a little bit better.
It's funny how much I took for granted. Always having him at arms length. I realize know just how much I really do love him. Sure, we've had rocky moments. But he truly is the love of my life, and I am so thankful to have a man who makes such a huge sacrifice so that I can stay at home and prepare for our child.
I miss him! I don't know how I'll make it through the next month. I did tell him today that I want him to look for a job at home ASAP. He's started looking, but we can't afford a huge cut in pay. Not if I want to stay home, which I do. I know he really wants to be at home too, and I know he'll want to moreso when the baby comes.
I need to find myself a good hobby, something to fill the hours. Something I can teach myself *lol*
