I took a day off work today- lets call it a mental health day. Because honestly, I've felt like I was losing it the last few days. We're nearing the end of another two week wait, and I don't think I'm pregnant (neither does the pregnancy test I took this morning). We've been trying to figure out finances- including how to pay for my trip to the ER- and that has stressed me out. Work is... frustrating, that's all I'm going to say about that.
To top it all off, right about now I would have been about 12 weeks along, which means that all the other people that got pregnant around the same time are now announcing it on Facebook. With similar due dates. And while I know I should be happy for them, for some reason I didn't think about other people getting pregnant at the same time as me (or maybe I blocked it), and it stings. So yup, yesterday I cried a lot. That's what I was doing when my poor husband came in to sit next to me last night. And like the selfish, emotional person I am, I was bawling to him that everyone else was getting what they want, and we weren't getting what we want. Do you know what he said?
"I have what I want- I have you."
I won't lie and say it completely changed my attitude, but it did help. And I want to remember that he feels like I'm enough.