Brock came home last night! Hooray!
I don’t like to say that I’m co-dependant, or that I can’t do without someone or something. I really like to feel like I’m self sufficient and strong, and that independant woman we all like to think we are.
Really, I’m just a mess when he’s not here. I don’t take care of the house, I don’t take care of myself, and I don’t give a damn. When we’re together, I think we take care of each other, and it just works.
We had a discussion the other day at work. It was myself, Dr. A and one of our patients. We talked about how couples that work the best are couples that compliment each other, one has a strength where the other has a weakness. Brock and I are like that. He is patient where I am not. I have a slow, cold temper where he has a red hot anger. He’s tidy and organized where I am more of a – haha – go with the flow lady.
Tonight, Brock and I talked about what we’re afraid of… the big changes that are coming. It is such a mixed bag of emotions. We both feel like we’re not ready, and yet we don’t have to be. We have 8 months left to get there. Becoming parents… it happens over night, but it doesn’t happen over night.
Anyways! It’s the weekend, hooray! Tuesday, I go in to have 8 cavities filled, get a crown made, and throw away TONS OF MONEY. Love the dentist. Love it. Thank goodness for my Valium. (Safe for mini-humans.)