I think I may have gotten that point across. I'm feeling better now. Thanks. Ally is also feeling better. That makes a world of difference. Rob's mom and step-dad came up this weekend, and helped out, and that made a difference too. Yippee. Ally and the dog are learning to deal with each other. Now, we only have to correct one of them, oh say, about every 2 minutes or so instead of 30 seconds. Again, Yippee. Those Yippee's are not at all sarcastic for those of you who don't live inside my head. I'm trying to convey pure joy here. Any improvement over last week is much appreciated. Only 6 weeks of pregnancy left. At the risk of sounding like a broken record here -- (my kids will probably never actually hear what a broken record sounds like. Isn't that sad? in a kind of nostalgic way only. It's not like a broken record was the ultimate party item...) Yippee.
Rob and I are still fighting like cats and dogs, but we actually had about an hour last night with no harsh words. We were even awake at the time. It really sucks when you are both stressed beyond your capacity for dealing with it at the same time. A relationship needs someone to be the strong one and right now, neither one of us is fitting the bill. At least we both know that, and can see and end in sight. (baby - end of April. graduation - middle of May) We're just trying not to kill anyone until then.
That's a good goal, right? Right?
Posted by ktjrdn
at 11:13 CST