After 16 months, I am (as a friend put it) "back in the reproductive world." It caught me completely by surprise so I am also completely unprovisioned, as it were.
And I feel like crap.
I'm not even religious, but bless my sweet, understanding husband for packing up the girlies and taking them out to dinner. And for bringing me home some pho and supplies.
Once, when we were dating, I asked him to run to the corner store to pick up some tampons for me. Without skipping a beat he replied, "Sure thing." Not able to leave well-enough alone I said, "You mean you really wouldn't mind getting those for me? You're not...embarrassed or anything?" And his response was, "No. They're obviously not for me."
That's how I knew he was a keeper. I heart him.
Now, to curl up on the bed and watch some TiVo.
