Missing J and weekend happenings

I miss my J.  Isn't he a cutie?  He's been gone since early Thursday morning and things just aren't the same with out him.  What do you do with out your other half?  What do you do without the better part of you?  I've been doing okay for the most part but I am ready for him to be back.  I miss him but as badly as I do...I have a policy of sorts.  When he is on his guys vacations enjoying himself I don't call him.  I let him call me.  This has always been my policy.  We text a few times a day but I never want to be a nagging wife.  It's important to me that he enjoy his time away with his friends and I believe it's good to let him separate himself from life here when he is doing his guy thing.  I think this lets him get away and come back refreshed in a sense.  Should I need him I know he is a phone call away but calling to check in on him or make small talk defeats the purpose of a vacation.   Besides, I trust him so what is the need for checking up on him?  I text him good morning when I get up and good night when I go to bed.  He calls me twice a day at his convenience and it works perfectly. 

This is J's last trip to see his favorite band, Phish, before the baby is due and I told him not to think of it as his last hoorah or anything like that.   Some of his friends wives called their husbands last trip before their baby "the last hoorah" and I don't think that's good for anyone.  If J gives up his passion for seeing Phish, then I lose one of the many aspects I love and admire about my husband.  Then, we are both losing.  It will no doubt be more difficult to make Phish fit our schedule with a little one but I think it's important for us that Phish remains a staple in our home.  Happiness needs to be a staple for anyone to be happy. 

J being out of town made me miss him and my friends that live far away.  This would have been a good weekend to have my friends living here in Missouri!  I really miss them at times like these.  But I made it through, like I always do!

I got more done this weekend than I thought I would.  I am nearly done painting the babies bathroom.  Not easy to spend so much time on a ladder with a big belly painting trim at the ceiling.  It took three coats, that means three times I circled the small bathroom turning a ladder all different directions.  I don't maneuver as well as I used to and I don't move as fast.  It's frustrating to me that it's taking me this long to paint that bathroom and even more frustrating that the nursery is still a mess.  J has done a large share of the work but my share is taking me longer than usual.  I used to be able to paint a room in a day.  We are going on weeks here.   

I finally bought a baby book and started filling it out.  I watched Sex and the City 2 on PPV.  J will be thrilled when he gets the bill for that, I'm sure!  Looking forward to a sarcastic comment or two.  :)  I spent a ton of money this weekend.  Whoops!  J told me he won a couple hundred at the Casino in Atlantic City and I told him that is good because I spent a lot of dough!  On top of general shopping I went to the eye Doctor.  I found out that I have the early signs of Glaucoma.  My optic nerves which connect the brain to the eye are hollowed out and look frail.  They did some testing and my optic nerves in both eyes are below where they should be thickness wise.  This means eventually I will lose peripheral vision and some other sight.  No idea how long this will take.  It could have already started, it could take years but it will happen so slow I won't see a noticeable difference over night or anything.  I go in for more testing next weekend.  I remembered that my Aunt has always said how she is blind in one eye and has no peripheral vision.  It turns out this is hereditary.  Fun, fun.  Contacts and eyeglasses were astronomical and they tell me I have great insurance.  That's scary.  I also got a new bra and a back brace to help with my back problems.  This back brace is no joke either.  Three separate pieces that all velcro together.  I am wearing it now.  Potty breaks are a pain in the butt now.  Speaking of which.  I had 4 or 5 breaks last night-in the middle of the night.  I gave up trying to sleep in our bed.  It's sofa city for me sweetheart.  Poor Wilson didn't know what was going on or where to sleep.  Every time I got up he thought it was time to go to bed or time to go outside or time to get up and eat...nope, just another bathroom break.  Sorry Willie. 

I made lasagna yesterday along with 12 loaves of pumpkin bread, using up the rest of our pumpkin puree. 

I gave one away and have 10 in the freezer now and brought one to work  There is just something magical about warm pumpkin bread with a little spray butter on it that defines Fall for me. 

I hid from the tricker treaters last night.  I turned off all the lights and watched TV in our dark media room with the fire lit.  I wasn't in the mood to see anyone, especially our wacko neighbor who came to our door last year dressed as a scarecrow-the perfect costume.  The door bell did ring once, probably our wacko neighbor wanting to tell me my lights weren't on.  I ignored it and let Wilson bark at the person on the other side.  Who rings a door bell at a completely dark house on Halloween night?  Ugh.

Well, that about covers it.  J is home tonight at 11:15 or so.  I will be sleeping so I won't get to see him until tomorrow night really.  :(  And of course he has a hockey game tomorrow night.  Grrr.  Maybe Wednesday night will be my night?  :)