My Hubby

I recently talked about my physical issues with this pregnancy, but haven't talked much about the emotional ones lately. Being unable to take my full dose of antidepressants, lacking sleep (I have to flip every hour or so due to the pain in my hips), and dealing with crazy hormones has left me... well... DIFFICULT. I get upset when my non-communicated expectations are not met, and I am often irritable and find myself snapping only to regret it soon thereafter. In the midst of some of these issues, I see him holding back his reactionary comments, only to be replaced by a hug or a distraction for the kids- exactly what I need at the time. Back when we were dating, there was absolutely NO doubt in my mind that he was the one I wanted to spend my life with. And now, looking back and realizing that I, somehow, chose this incredibly patient and tolerant guy at the naive age of only 17 is astonishing to me. As most of you know, we have had some terribly trying times with alcoholism and depression and have come mere moments from losing each other. And yet, something held us together throughout it all- and I am eternally grateful for that. I love you, Honey! (How do you like that '80s do?!?)