First and foremost, thank you all for you well wishes, prayers, thoughts, and good vibes. I appreciate each and everyone of you.
Things seem to be a little easier everyday. Some days, I back peddle and it will be worse than the day before. Ultimately, I think I'm getting better.
The doctor gave me a handful of Xanax. That helps. As far as the doctor goes, he thinks I'm fine and that nothing else will have to be done.
I ask myself "Why?" a lot.
Why couldn't I have this baby but I am expected to financially support others who don't need or deserve a kid?
Why did I have to see a 16ish year old pregnant girl in the doctor's office the other day?
Why does my body suck a fat one?
Why does the world keep moving for everyone else, while it seems to be standing still for me?
We went camping over the weekend. I thought it would make everything better but it didn't. It helped though.
I actually made dinner Monday night and last night. I hadn't done that in awhile. Matt's been cooking. I even did some laundry.
In the midst of everything that happened last week, I had to finish my summer class. I pretty much said F it. I didn't study for the final and half-assed the last homework assignment. I still got an A in the class.
I also had designed, proofed, and order some t-shirts for the VFW to sell and try to make a little money. I had to deal with that last week.
I'm sure there were other things I "had" to do last week. But I don't remember.
I promise my next post will be a happier one.
Matt and I are taking some time off next week. Not sure what we'll do or if we'll do much but at least I'll be at home. With the pups.
Would anyone like to do a guest blog for me next week? A happy one. Or a funny one. Please.