My husband has had a very tough and disappointing week, and my heart grew heavy for him as he poured out his frustrations.
Then, right after he left to go out with some friends, I went on Facebook and found out that one of my relatives died of a heart attack today. I don't know nearly all of my dad's cousins, but I do know this one. My sister and I grew up with that family. The man who died has a son that is my age, and I was nearly as close to him as I was with any of my first cousins. So my heart is breaking for them.
Then I went to read my favorite funny blog to cheer me up a little, and she posted that she and her husband were thinking about separating. Thankfully they decided to see a counselor, and they're going to try and work it out.
Anyway, I've only been home for two hours, and I gotta say: it's just a lot to deal with all in one short evening.
Just in case any of you were going to tell me that you're going to pray for me, I appreciate it, but just know that I'll be okay. I can handle being sad. It's the people I'm sad for that really need our prayers right now.
But I don't want to bring all you guys down with me, so I'll switch to a happier topic and give you a quick update: I'm 11.5 weeks along, and starting to show (but really only if I've eaten). I'm feeling great; much better than weeks 6-10. The nausea is almost gone completely, and I finally have my appetite back. I actually want food now. (Although, there is still plenty of food that grosses me out, and that probably won't change until after I've given birth.)
I'm a lot less cranky these days (probably because I'm not nauseated anymore. Those two symptoms are definitely linked).
I've had two doctor's appointments, and one midwife appointment, and that all went very well. My test results came back normal. I still don't have a permanent midwife, but I have another appointment with another midwife on the 20th. Hey, you can pray for that! I really want to get this midwife thing figured out, and it's taking longer than I'd like, and I'm slightly discouraged. I don't want all the midwives' schedules to fill up and then nobody can fit me in.
I haven't had to buy any new clothes, or even a belly band. I'm kind of surprised that my pants aren't too tight yet, but I'm thinking that means I'm carrying high.
I'm very very very very very glad to be done house sitting, (I know, I already said that) and even more so that I don't have to deal with that dog anymore. Everything about that dog grossed me out, to the point of wanting to gag. I made Art feed her because I couldn't stand even going near the cupboard where her food was kept.
Also, I'm happy to be settling into our apartment. Not everything is unpacked and put away, but the essentials are in place. We can live quite comfortably with the progress we've made. And we bought curtains! That's the first decorating shopping we've ever done, and I'm glad Art suggested it. I wanted to make it feel like a home, and that's a step in the right direction.
Well, I'm going to sign off now, and go check on my very first angel food cake that I just made. I really hope it turned out, because I love angel food cake, and if I ruined it.....well, that would be the last straw. Here's looking forward to tomorrow, and the knowledge that everything won't seem so bad after a good night's sleep.