My Rock

As I touched on a tiny bit in the last post, I am a bit of a FREAK OUT.

I tend to FREAK OUT. A lot.

Thankfully, I have a husband who really never freaks out.

Christopher usually comes with me to doctor's appointments and always comes with me to my ultrasounds. He's been really really busy with work lately which has him putting in 15 hour days. So sometimes I don't get to see him as muchas I'd love, and this week he couldn't make my appointments.

As I was sitting in the waiting room waiting for my US results, I was almost in tears. I was absolutely certain something was wrong. I've had such a hard time dealing with my two miscarriages and it's hard to imagine this baby working out sometimes. So I got a glimpse of the possibility that something could have been wrong with my baby Bumble B and I was a WRECK.

I texted Christopher a couple times while I was waiting. He was busy and couldn't really talk. Once I was out of that office with good news and fresh air I had a small texty-chat with my husband. I told him "I don't care if you get FIRED! You are going with me to things like this. You CANNOT miss these things. I can not deal without you." (which in turn I received a smiley. I boasted him up for a little bit I guess).

If Christopher had been there I would have been much calmer, or at least had someone to talk to so my mind wouldn't wander.

A few weeks ago I had a chicken caesar wrap from Chic-Fil-A. I won't go into the gruesome details, but the lunch did not end well for me or my car. As I drove home to clean up I called Christopher twice. He didn't answer so I texted him and said "Call me". He responds with "I'm in a meeting" and I write back "PLEASE". By the time I see he's calling I start bawling. He sounds so concerned and asks what's wrong. When I responded tearfully and hysterically with "I threw up everywhere all over myself" I am really expecting a "Babe seriously? I'm sorry, but I'm busy, it's okay."

Instead he is so so concerned and tells me how sorry he is and talks to me half way home. He asked if I needed him to come home and truly felt bad. Then my hormones took over and I started crying about how stressed I was and how tired I was of him working all the time and how much I missed him and it went on from there. When I decided I was halfway okay I told him bye. He said he'd keep talking to me if I needed him to. So I did.

He's a good husband. Even when I want to strangle him or press his hidden mute and pause button (I have yet to find that thing!) he's at least being sweet.