My husband is pretty awesome. The original plan was for me to fly. My fear and anxiety over flying rendered me physically sick so my husband said he'd travel with me, via, car to TX. I'm so thankful for his job, his work ethic, his love for me. Day I, we traveled from home to Chattanooga TN, 8 hrs. To me it was a really quick trip. Usually I'm wrestling with 5+ kids and playing games, assigning spaces, correcting behaviors, the list goes on and hrs drag by. This time, it's all too simple, I'm enjoying this one on one time with my husband. Last night we enjoyed dinner at a local joint called Community Pie. Conviently, it was located across from our hotel (the red symbol). It was 75 degrees and a pleasant evening to go for a short walk.
My husband, a craft beer connoisseur, enjoyed a local Pilsner and I had a slice of pizza. This place was pretty neat, we sat inside but it was opened to the outside. Shaking off the cabin fever has never felt so good.
The kids did well. I'm so proud of them. I will say, my fight or flight panic was setting in last night. My husband looked at me and said, he'll fight for me but we are forging ahead to TX. I needed him with me. The Lord knew I couldn't do this on my own. I keep telling myself I'll be back home next week. I'm expecting, again, to go to my appt Thursday and be cleared of accreta. Maybe denial? I'm so good about researching and preparing but when I add myself as the one with the condition, my brain stops and falls outside my body, separating me from the condition. Disassociation. Reality will no doubt smother me on the eve of my surgery but I'll deal with that when it comes ;) .
I'm thankful for those who have FB messaged me and texted me. Giving me words of encouragement and asking how I'm doing. It means a lot. I'm glad I can take each of you with me!
The weather has been amazing and the traffic light. Baton Rouge, here we come!
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