i am thirty-four years old, a married woman and thirty-three weeks pregnant. still, i have to admit: i want my mommy and daddy!
my parents left yesterday for a week in Antigua. it is a well-deserved vacation and i hope they're having the time of their lives. however, i'd be lying if i said i wasn't wishing they were home in PA, easily reachable by phone and able to comfort and reassure me. i really need that right now.
Michael and i are closing on our condo a week from Friday. in between now and then we have to pack up our current place, order furniture for the new one, make arrangements for movers and participate in two walkthroughs/inspections. that is all very exciting and i had full faith that we'd get it all done... until Michael was taken to the ER last night for reasons we still haven't exactly pinned down.
i think everything will be OK, i think he'll wind up getting treatment he's probably needed for a while now for some stomach issues i knew weren't normal. but he's at a maddeningly frustrating hospital, trying to get straight answers is nearly impossible and i'm now on my second night at home without him. i spent eight hours at the hospital with him today, thinking that a lot would be happening, diagnoses would be made and he'd be discharged by the end of the day.
yeahhhhh, not so much.
i've been putting on a brave face, trying to keep an upbeat attitude and keep him from worrying. but tonight i'm feeling lost. well, not lost. just a little nervous. i'm limited in what i can do in terms of prepping to move (i.e. no heavy lifting, etc) and there are a lot of things we just need to do together.
but this is life, right? gotta play the hand you're dealt and hope for a better one next time. which is probably the advice my parents would be giving me if i could actually speak to them (and, technically, i could call them via their resort, but i figure it's a good time to practice being a mature adult—being seven weeks away from becoming a parent myself).
i keep trying to tell myself that if i can survive the next two or three weeks without crumbling, it will bode well for the future. so that's my plan. but for tonight—since my mama isn't here for me to vent to and to give me advice—i'm relying on the couch, the DVR and Chocolate Peanut Butter Haagen Dazs to sooth me.
(don't tell my mom, but it's sort of working...)