I'm okay & Marty comes home

I had a really good chat with my friend Becky tonight… one where I was able to nail down what this pregnancy is doing to me, emotionally. Here’s what I had to say:

I have never been so full of joy and terror at the same time. Never so blissfully happy and scared spitless simultaneously. Those two extremes do not get along very well with each other in my heart all the time. I mean here I am sobbing and smiling. It’s soooo strange.

So I have been doing a lot of crying myself to sleep lately but never quite able to tell David why. I know I’ve worried him, but I’m okay. I really am.

We bought Marty the La-Z-Boy recliner today. My parents drove down and rescued ‘em from the storage room of our local La-Z-Boy gallery this afternoon and David set ‘em up in the nursery where I know a lot of rocking will be occurring over the next year. Sometime soon I will decide the best arrangement for all the furniture going in there… we’re down to only one piece left to get: a dressing table from my mom and dad’s house that match my great-grandmother’s bed and dresser that are already in the baby’s room.