So I’ve done pretty well lately not getting my hopes up every month. Which is a good thing, since I’ve been like clockwork (though last month it took three days of spotting, which meant my period was a full seven days – which cut into my 4th of July plans!). But I should have started on Friday (33 days). Granted, I’ve got the rest of today (I’ve had 35 day cycles) before I can officially say I’m late. But I’m starting to get that excitement in my chest. I don’t want to get excited and feel that letdown if it’s just a late period. Granted, it’s going to be easier not to think about it this afternoon/evening.
My mother-in-law is staying with us tonight. She and her husband and his teenage daughters went to Mississippi last night to drop my youngest niece off with my sister-in-law. By the way, Bob – my mother-in-law’s husband – is ten or more years older than my mother-in-law, but he has daughters ten years younger than most of us (daughter, sons, and daughters-in-law). And then tomorrow, my mother-in-law has some school thing in Pensacola (my mother-in-law works at Christian schools, which is why it’s in Florida when she lives in Indiana…Joshwa explained it to me). So, rather than driving back to Indiana to meet up with the other teachers at her school just to drive back down, they’re stopping and dropping her here and we’ll take her to meet her group as they pass down Hwy 65. Joshwa and I are actually meeting Bob’s daughters for the first time since we didn’t get to go to their wedding in August.
So, I’ll be seeing Bob and Mother around 1 – which means I’m about to have to get off of here and finish washing my dishes before they get here! – and we’ll be going to Alabaster to have lunch with Joshwa. And then I’m going to be alone with my mother-in-law. Until 7:30. What the hell are we going to do for four hours?! We’ve never spent time alone. It’s hardly been more than a year since she hated my guts. And we have to figure out what we’re going to do for dinner since my mother-in-law is gluten-free, and I have no idea how to cook for gluten-free.
So I should be able to keep my self occupied. But every time I go to the bathroom, I say a prayer and keep my fingers crossed. So far, so good. Let’s hope I don’t make myself crazy and hope Mother and I can figure out what to do with one another until Joshwa gets off work. Maybe we can just stay at Wal-Mart until he gets off and all ride home together. Well, off I go.
As always, brightest blessings. Always share the greatest part of you, as it’s like a muscle, and the more you used it, the greater it is.