Adam called Translink this morning; they found his wallet, although I don’t know if everything is in it. They said it was intact. He’ll be picking it up around noon. This is helpful and good.
This morning I’ve got some work to finish that didn’t get done at work yesterday. I also have to do some laundry and hopefully start organizing my stuff for the trip.
I’m really looking forward to this vacation. I haven’t gone on a proper vacation with my husband in many, many years. To add to the excitement, we’re going to the desert. I’ve never been anywhere like Arizona. It’s a bit unfortunate that my current state doesn’t allow for much physical adventure like biking or trekking. We will go for a few little hikes, but nothing hardcore, obviously. Adam was even worried about me driving if his license wasn’t found. I’m not that fragile, but he’s all good husbandly over-protective. It’s sweet most of the time, and irritating on occasion.
That’s something I really can’t seem to explain to him. Being pregnant feels perfectly natural and normal to me. I’m pretty good at being pregnant. I feel strongly as though I would inherently know if something was wrong, and I know when to slow down or when I need to take time to relax. It’s all on an instinctive level that I can’t explain to him. I know that he feels disconnected from the process much of the time, and I try my best to understand that and be patient, but sometimes I really want to just have him accept at face value that yes, I really am okay, and I would know if anything was actually wrong.
Don’t get me wrong, though – I’m not saying I don’t think it’s sweet how attentive and awesome he’s being at taking care of me – he really has been fantastic and I wouldn’t trade him for anything.
And now I must get dressed and start some laundry, followed by work, and then whatever errands I need to get done before we leave for Arizona. Arizona!!