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.)