I Survived
January 29, 2008 by Veronica Mitchell
And it felt like the hardest three days of my life. I am wrung out like a dishrag. The girls still aren’t healthy, but Az the Husband is home to help now.
I made it through without having a meltdown or losing my cool with the kids. I feel a sense of accomplishment in that, but I have no emotional reserves left. The baby kept us up last night and, while we were trying to soothe her, Az and I had a great big awful fight where I cried great big pregnant sobs. It was ugly.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.
Pregnant fights are the worst. I feel so rational as we’re arguing…
Oh, my heart goes out to you. Tomorrow will definitely be a better day. I will pray that tonight you all sleep–it will make all the difference in the world.
Good grief. I’m sorry to hear this - I’m certain that tomorrow - well, today - will be better. And I know how you feel with the exhaustion - I’m so worn out from the past week of sickness in our house that I fall asleep whenever I sit down now.
So glad you made it. I was actually thinking about you this morning, wondering how I could call in the Marines when I only have a vague idea of where you live.
“She’s somewhere in the southeastern United States, man! That’s all I know! You’re a Marine, for crying out loud! Do something anyway!”
Get some sleep. I’m told the sun will come out tomorrow. It will surely be a better day.
You have my utmost sympathy. A weekend home alone with my brood about did me in and no one was sick, and I am not pregnant - PRAISE THE LORD! It’s time now for you to have a break. An “Im pregnant, so someone pamper me for goodness sake!” break. And I hope it’s soon.
I’m sorry. I am sincerely sympathetic. My husband and I have had our worst, most dramatic fights late at night, in close proximity to a fitfully sleeping baby.
It brings out the crazy.
I am terribly sorry to hear about the Great Big Awful Fight.
Maybe this will help. My brother in law wrote it for my sister when she was pregnant with their first, two years ago.
A little bit hormonal.
A little bit psychotic.
It all started with
Something embrionic.
Think on that for a while and call me in the morning.
Great big fighting sobs wring ME out for days. It’s awful!
Have fun making up.
I must first say that I am very, very impressed that you kept your cool with the sickos. That IS impressive and commendable.
And I am immensly impressed that you and Az had a good old fashioned fight. I didn’t think intellectuals did that.