Brace yourselves. I mean, if you read this blog, which you are. Craig said to me a few days ago, "Our marriage is ending in a few days." No, nothing is on the rocks. January is ICU, February is all nights. I won't bore you with details of what this entails. Just brace yourselves. Prepare perhaps for some heavy posts about the travail of a "single mother".
Or not. Perhaps no bracing of the self will be necessary. Perhaps I will sail through these rough waters with grace and even a bit 'o pizazz! Just maybe I'll be the oh-so-easy-going mom who's normally sensitive skin turns to duck feathers off of which the water will roll. It is possible that I will not collapse in a heap at his feet when Craig graces our door but I will greet him with a hot cup '0 soup, a smile, and a glowing report of the days festivities. Maybe I will meet the constant noise and confusion that three toddlers create in a home with optimistic enthusiasm.
Let's hope for the latter and yet consider ourselves forewarned.
Happy New Year?
PS I'm 22 weeks today. Feeling lots of movement from our sugar baby and bought a sweet pink onesie to celebrate . All is well in utero!