After the Storm

So, all is well again. My husband is back in my good graces and my hormonal levels have returned to normal. Normal for a pregnant woman anyway. One of my best friends just called. She is also pregnant and after telling her the whole story, I am now on a whole other tirade. The fact that I am fat and my husband has been losing weight steadily basically comes down to the fact that he is having an affair. Right? I truly think that I need therapy. I finally just picked up the phone and called Stephanie for some good, come-to-your-senses-you're-being-stupid advice. She gave it to me straight and simple. "Kim, your husband is never going to think of things the same way you do and he is never going to know how it feels to have a baby growing inside of him, but as soon as he holds her, he will know. Until then, get over yourself, he's a great guy." Exactly what I was hoping to hear. And a whole bunch of what I already knew. He IS a great guy. My mother-in-law called a few minutes ago and she happened to drop by the maternity store after an appointment and called to get my size. That rocks. That rocks big time. I love gifts. And since the gifts for me and Jason will soon end after little baby girl gets here, I'll take what I can get. In fact, I told Jason to make a list for Christmas of what the baby wanted. Wink. Today is a good day. I only have one major gripe. Some lady at my local Braum's Ice Cream and Dairy Store decided that she needed to be in front of me in line. Completely unaware of how she cut me off, she innocently looked me up and down and said, "Oh, my, did I get in front of you?" Yeah, sweetheart, ya did. And although I have all the respect in the world for the elderly, don't play the "old" card with me because I will bounce right back with the "pregnant" card seeing as I only get to play it for 16 more weeks. She informed me that she was sorry, but she just simply can't stand as long as some people and was just so confused because she had gotten in the wrong line in the first place. But, did that prompt her to speed up her turtle-like ordering? No. By the time she finished telling the lady behind the counter that she was really in the mood for coffee and a biscuit at 12:30 p.m., that she couldn't stand too long to wait on the coffee, that someone needed to bring it to her, and that she wanted pickles, onions, tomato, mayo and lettuce on her burger instead of just saying "everything" (and having to repeat it twice), my friend already had her food and I was going into a slow but steady rage. But, I held my rage and directed it toward the lady behind the counter wearing the drive-thru headphones (even though she wasn't in the drive-thru) who asked me to repeat my order FOUR TIMES because she couldn't hear me. I finally ate. And now I am a happy camper. I have the worker's compensation auditor coming in 20 minutes. Enough said on that subject.