waiting for timmy

this is me. right now. at the computer. tired and bored.

the last two weeks have been filled with days waiting for timmy to come home.

normally, i would be bored and miss timmy when he is not around but, i blame pregnancy on being a straight out sook lately. i mope around all day feeling sorry for myself, even crying every now and then. yep, i laugh at myself while i mope because i am so aware of how extreme i am being. but, i do love the guy. a lot.

a have a good friend whose husband is a paramedic and often has to work the night shift. she gave me some awesome words of wisdom via instagram last night. she said "the best thing about husbands needing to be away for the night to bring in the bacon is that feeling you get when you see them again. it's like falling in love all over again! i live for it. that and having a chance to make a mess without getting into trouble :)"

less than four hours to go.

19 weeks on a hill, near the ocean

life is a funny thing.

being pregnant in life is an extra funny thing. i am so much more aware of life. emotions run high. 

sometimes life is sad. it just is.

but, i know that life is full of beauty, and love, and joy and that everything sad will be repaid in happiness, in time.

if i share with you my story...

this has been a strange week.

i'm listening to a great song right now (it will make you feel good and think about important things), timmy had to help me put the headphones on the right ears and the chord in the right hole. 

i have been thinking about important things this week. things like life and family. i've had people i love pass away and people i love announce they're having babies. my pa (dad's dad) has alzhiemer's disease, we live right near them and i visited nan and pa with my dad the other day, it's hard to see my dad stare into his dad's eyes and try to communicate. sometimes these things make me cry. this week has had a few tears from me. last night i cried for no particular reason, timmy will tickle me or sing a crazy made-up song and i feel better. 

i think the little things in life are meant to make you feel better, you have to hold onto things like crazy made-up songs, family, great music, iced ovaltine and a walk on the beach to help you feel OK. sometimes you need to just have a good cry. in the end you get by and have happy days with a sad one every now and then. and that's OK too.